Have you ever felt annoyed by colleagues taking a peak on your screen?
Have you ever been so worked up on your blog or reading someone else’s when a colleague comes out of nowhere and looks at your screen? You immediately minimize the window you’re reading when she gives you the eye that you’ve been watching erotica or something?
Have you ever been suffocated by a talkative colleague, sent extra body signals to let her know to buzz off? You have a blogy thought that you want to post instantly or you’d loose momentary inspiration?
Have you ever nodded endlessly to a colleague telling her life story when your mind’s someBLwhereOG else?
Have you ever been called for a group talk (gossip in Kuwaiti terms) and a low fat cheese sandwich (pastry, mokhallal, greasy bo6a6 badiyyan, falafel sandwich…. in kuwaiti terms) milk and coffee (diet pepsi in Kuwaiti terms) crackers (fistiq o 7ab in Kuwaiti terms) when you’re so indulged in checking out new posts and comments?
Have you ever drunk your colleague’s bottle of water by mistake while browsing?
Have you ever forgotten your colleagues name and called her by a bloggers name?
Have you ever ordered zaydoun in your sandwich, instead of zaytoon?
Have you ever referred to Mr.Baker as Mrs.Baker?
Have you ever traded a free copy of cosmopolitan to a post of Jewaira’s?
Have you ever felt the urge to take a pic in public toilets, to show abu 7afs?
Did you ever reach a point where you abandon your real name and refer to yourself by your blog nickname? the blog nick name that shows your real personality more than your real life name does?
Have you ever held the phone to call a friend, and a blogger mate pops in to mind, you feel disappointed that you don’t have their number? and you realize that it is merely an on screen friendship?
Have you ever…… to be continued