Lost and found
It's been an eventful last few weeks in Dubai, the land of plenty for dirham-hunters like me. Lost my job one fine evening last month. Just like that. Just a call to come over the next day and discuss formalities. Of course, how can one forget the lovely speech delivered by the chairman of the company. God, he sure played to the gallery. The ass even had me believing him. Nitty gritties aside, its been a blessing in disguise. I did not believe this stuff before, of course, I do now because I'm on the greener side of the fence. Yeah, got a better job and perhaps I will live the Dubai life after all. It still rankles that all the efforts to build up a fledging newspaper into something worthwhile went down the drain, thanks to shoddy management. Big deal! Happens all the time in Dubai. Got the cash, you'll get some more. Struggling? Keep at it! That's the way of the modern world. Glitz and glamour on the outside, crap within. It is frustrating for a workaholic to have noth...