Posts Tagged ‘mobile’
Well, no am not a photographer, and not willing to be. But I have a smartphone (yeah still using that N8), and it has a great camera, so why not take photos of nice stuff I come across? Here’s a bunch:
Graduated and with a full-time job, Wasseem is now back to life: back to social life, with a cell phone and a car.
His manager called him to his office and said, “Wasseem, in this file you will find the details of something very important. It is a project that I want you to cover: conferences, events, and parties. Take the rest of the day off. Go home or somewhere silent, and read it carefully. Tomorrow morning I’ll meet you in my office at 10.”
Wasseem couldn’t believe what he was reading. It’s what every journalist dreams of; it’s indeed a great oppurtunity. This project will reveal his capabilities and add the best experience to his career.
He met the manager and they went over the details together. The manager explained to him that the rewards of this project are enormous.
“Wasseem, one more thing, you need a partner to help you in this project.” He asks his secretary to send him Reem. “I choose your partner. She’s a female. Hope you like her.” (A knock on the door) “Please come in. Wasseem this is Reem. Reem this is Wasseem.”
“Nice to meet you”
Wasseem and Reem had to sit together to plan for their work. Their first work on the list was due in two days. They agreed that he’ll pick her up from her house. He drove to the address she told him about, but when he got there he was a bit lost and he didn’t have her mobile number to call her; he had one choice and it was to blow the car horn. He heard someone shout “Hey, keep silent”. Then out of nowhere came Reem.
“Sorry, I got lost. Where exactly is your house?”
She pointed to her house, “Don’t worry, it’s ok. And this guy is always busy keeping track of what’s going on in the neighbourhood and playing the role of the policeman.”
When he dropped her back to her house he asked her “May I have your mobile number please so I won’t get caught by the policeman?”
“Haha, sure. It’s 03-xyzzyx”
Wasseem couldn’t believe what he was saving on his cell phone, it’s his previously owned number. “Is she the one that I called, and she asked me not to call her again? Or did that lady sell it to Reem?”
“Reem calling Wasseem. Is something wrong? I asked you for your number so when you call I’ll know it’s you.”
“Oh sorry. Here’s my number.”
“Thank you. Are you sure you’re ok.”
“Yeah I am. Will see you tomorrow.”
See you next week!!!
Omar rushed to get to his friend. After hearing all the details about what has happened, he asked Wasseem “So, what will you do now?”
“I wish I listened to mom and saved some money. I have to start searching for work, nothing else. I really need to find a part-time job. Since my university fees are covered, don’t have much to worry about. But I do have to ask my parents for pocket-money to go out with my friends!!!” (laughs) “Can you imagine that!!!”
“Hey, it’s not the end of the world. Calm down. It’s just a part-time job. You have expenses, right; but you don’t have responsibilities, be thankful for that. You’ll find something else. It might take time, I know. I am sure your parents won’t leave you alone, neither will I.”
” Hey, hey, where are you going? Drop me home”
“No. We have a project to work on, we need about an hour to finalize it, and then when the boys leave we’ll search online for available job position.”
Wasseem searched and applied to different positions. But it wasn’t an easy task. Months passed and still job-less. He had to go for a “simple life”. He didn’t go out with his friends so much. Noor was upset at the fact that they don’t get out as often as they did before, and let’s face it, she met someone else, a more handsome and a rich guy with a Ferrari!!! So, Noor wasn’t “the one” for him.
Things were getting worse. His parents are now paying for his phone bills. Well, Wasseem can’t take it anymore, for that he decided to sell his phone number.
After a week phone-less, he really missed his phone ringing, or him calling someone. He thought to himself “who could be the one that bought it? Is he as cool as I am?”
He decided to call out of curiosity. He headed to the phone booth in the university and dialled 03-xyzzyx
“Hello?” replied a nice female voice.
“Hello” Wasseem answered, “Well, umm, I really don’t know what to say. Umm, ok, my name is Wasseem and I used to own this phone number. I ..”
“Oh, you’re the famous Wasseem. I keep getting phone calls asking for Wasseem. What, do you want it back?”
“No, no. I just wanted to make sure it’s in safe hands, now I know it is cause your voice is so friendly.”
She hung up.
“Wow, what a haughty girl”
But Wasseem couldn’t forget her voice. He liked her voice. Next day he decided to call her back.
“Hello, I work for a statistics company. May I ask you few questions?”
“Wasseem stop calling me.”
She hung up again.
“Woow, she recognized my voice and called me by my name. Anyway what was I thinking. Meeting someone on the phone. What a lame idea!! Did I really expect her to have a conversation with me, a total stranger? Hmm, I am really out of my mind.”
And so Wasseem tried to forget it.
Few months before graduation he got the job at the newspaper where he always wished to work. It was a part-time job until he graduates, and then he’ll be a full-time journalist.
See you next week!!!
“How is my lovely mother doing this morning? Good morning” Wasseem greets his mother, hugs her and kiss her.
“I’m very good cause I have you in my life. Good morning baby. Tell me, did you enjoy last night’s party with your friends?
“Wow, we had lots of fun.” (he sings: we had joy we had fun, we had seasons in the sun) “except that it was night-time, so there was no sun, mom. Mom, I need to ask you something, why do I love you so much? Is there a reason why?”
“Ok what do you want? I told you before don’t go beating around the bush, just tell me what do you want.”
“I need nothing; I’m just telling you that I love you.”
“You need money. You spent all of your salary. How..”
Wasseem interrupts, “Mom, today is March 31, today I’ll get my salary. So, no, I don’t need money.”
“Good for you. Speaking about money..”
“Here we go again.”
“Seriously, baby, you should stop wasting your money.”
“Going out with my girlfriend and friends, and enjoying life is not wasting money.”
“Are you still dating Noor?”
“I’m impressed. You’ve been together for some time now. That doesn’t sound like you.”
“Well, she’s special.”
“Is she the one?”
“Ah, too early to know. But she’s special, and I kind of like her.” His phone rings. “That’s Omar, he’s here.” Hugs his mother again, “should go now. Another hectic day. Straight to university, then at one I have to go to work. Bye. Love you. Don’t wait for me for dinner. Might work on a project tonight with the boys. Will call you.”
“Say hi to Noor and Omar. Bye, take care.”
With that, Wasseem started his day. Off to university to attend his classes, and then, to work. Noor was waiting for him in the class. They attended all classes together.
As a journalist student, he had a part-time job with a local teen magazine. He was hoping that as soon as he graduates he’ll find a full-time work.
After classes, he went to his work without any delay. Afterall, it was the end of the month.
“Wasseem”, his manager called him, “I need you in my office now.”
Wasseem entered the manager’s office. “Wasseem”, the manager started the conversation, “this is your salary. We are going through some changes at our company. We are getting rid of part-time jobs. This means you no longer work for us. Now you have to prepare for me a report on what articles you were working, and I’ll take it from there. It is the new company policy, I’m so sorry. I’m even sorry that I had to jump right away into the subject. It’s not about you, just the company policy.”
Wasseem was in shock and didn’t know what to say. “Thank you,” and left the office. Few hours later he gave the report to the manager and left for good.
Omar called him. “Hey, don’t be late, we need to work on the project. I am home, and the boys are almost here. Do you want me to pick you up?”
“No,” Wasseem replied, “and don’t wait for me. I got fired today, and I don’t want to see anyone, just want to go home.”
“Fired??? What??? Wait for me, 5 minutes and I’ll be there. We need to talk.”
See you next week!!!