Before I start, I have to announce how special this post is: not only am I writing this for a very special occasion, but also, this is my first post on my new MacBook :D (yes.. i'm a mac girl now and it feels great)
Yesterday, I completed my first year at OpenCraft, which is reason to celebrate and rejoice for all humanity! I can vividly remember every single detail from my first interview till now. And to say the truth, I never had a job that felt so right!
See, OpenCraft is not just a job nor is it just a few close friends; it's a state of mind or like I'd rather call it; OpenCraft is an attitude problem. And that, as a concept leaves my rebellious side highly satisfied.
The relationship between me and OC now has somehow morphed into an affair, really. See, OC is my boyfriend; knows me very well, and understands me and never fails to make me happy.
OC is my charismatic keynote speaker, my talented musician genius, my good-looking rebellious bookworm , my hardworking and sensitive geek, my photographic memory 5th grade teacher, my witty french-speaking flirt , my very decent caring and genuinely sincere shoulder to cry on and most importantly, the one friend who I can never figure out how I used to live my life without.
OC presents me emotional and mental challenges that keep my mind racing each and everyday. OC leaves me emotionally fulfilled and physically exhausted, and every time I go home; I keep thinking about and always want to go back for more.
OC is the reason I feel good about myself , dressing up to go see every morning, and counting the hours to see again after a long weekend.
We share the same hobbies, going out to concerts, Zamalek Walks, exchanging books, music, movies, childhood memories and even the fancy outings; getting drunk on chocolate fondue together. Actually, the very few times that I had to dress up or got a permission to stay out late was with OC.
OC is the one that makes me laugh till my eyes are full of happy tears, till my stomach hurts, and till I feel so high that I don't want to come back down to earth.
Knowing all that, and knowing the kind of looser that has no life that I am. OC has not only morphed into an affair, but it now has a name, Mostafa**.
So after a year together... Happy Anniversary Mostafa
**Note for the reader:
Mostafa started out as Yasmine's imaginary boyfriend after a conversation with her younger sister on Valentine's eve. Mostafa, according to the author, does all the nice things in the world for her and avoids anything that might slightly make her unhappy. He was not too dominating that he'd suffocate her, nor was he too passive that she'd feel she was in control. He was just perfect.
In the original version, he was a filthy rich architect who lives in France, speaks 5 languages, comes to visit her every weekend in his private plane, plays guitar, is as good looking as Hugh Jackman (and yes.. has his body,too). Mostafa's only problem was that his parents were poor humble arms dealers and their income was barely enough to cover their basic needs like yachts, private jets, expensive luxury houses, and their few tiny insignificant islands scattered in the Mediterranean and the Caribbean.
The only reason why they haven't got married so far, was because Mostafa didn't want to depend on his parents' money and wanted to built his future by himself. Although, Yasmine kept telling him that she loved him not matter what, that "الفقر مش عيب"and that there is no need for him to go out of his way to buy her the Chateau Versaille, and that a small 9-bedroom villa in the Alps would be just fine, it's just the two of them (and their butler, chauffeure, cook, assistant cook, 6 maids and yoga instructor) he insisted that she gives him the time and he will make her the happiest person in the world. To this day, in the original version, she is still waiting for the Versaille but still happy.
Yesterday, I completed my first year at OpenCraft, which is reason to celebrate and rejoice for all humanity! I can vividly remember every single detail from my first interview till now. And to say the truth, I never had a job that felt so right!
See, OpenCraft is not just a job nor is it just a few close friends; it's a state of mind or like I'd rather call it; OpenCraft is an attitude problem. And that, as a concept leaves my rebellious side highly satisfied.
The relationship between me and OC now has somehow morphed into an affair, really. See, OC is my boyfriend; knows me very well, and understands me and never fails to make me happy.
OC is my charismatic keynote speaker, my talented musician genius, my good-looking rebellious bookworm , my hardworking and sensitive geek, my photographic memory 5th grade teacher, my witty french-speaking flirt , my very decent caring and genuinely sincere shoulder to cry on and most importantly, the one friend who I can never figure out how I used to live my life without.
OC presents me emotional and mental challenges that keep my mind racing each and everyday. OC leaves me emotionally fulfilled and physically exhausted, and every time I go home; I keep thinking about and always want to go back for more.
OC is the reason I feel good about myself , dressing up to go see every morning, and counting the hours to see again after a long weekend.
We share the same hobbies, going out to concerts, Zamalek Walks, exchanging books, music, movies, childhood memories and even the fancy outings; getting drunk on chocolate fondue together. Actually, the very few times that I had to dress up or got a permission to stay out late was with OC.
OC is the one that makes me laugh till my eyes are full of happy tears, till my stomach hurts, and till I feel so high that I don't want to come back down to earth.
Knowing all that, and knowing the kind of looser that has no life that I am. OC has not only morphed into an affair, but it now has a name, Mostafa**.
So after a year together... Happy Anniversary Mostafa
**Note for the reader:
Mostafa started out as Yasmine's imaginary boyfriend after a conversation with her younger sister on Valentine's eve. Mostafa, according to the author, does all the nice things in the world for her and avoids anything that might slightly make her unhappy. He was not too dominating that he'd suffocate her, nor was he too passive that she'd feel she was in control. He was just perfect.
In the original version, he was a filthy rich architect who lives in France, speaks 5 languages, comes to visit her every weekend in his private plane, plays guitar, is as good looking as Hugh Jackman (and yes.. has his body,too). Mostafa's only problem was that his parents were poor humble arms dealers and their income was barely enough to cover their basic needs like yachts, private jets, expensive luxury houses, and their few tiny insignificant islands scattered in the Mediterranean and the Caribbean.
The only reason why they haven't got married so far, was because Mostafa didn't want to depend on his parents' money and wanted to built his future by himself. Although, Yasmine kept telling him that she loved him not matter what, that "الفقر مش عيب"and that there is no need for him to go out of his way to buy her the Chateau Versaille, and that a small 9-bedroom villa in the Alps would be just fine, it's just the two of them (and their butler, chauffeure, cook, assistant cook, 6 maids and yoga instructor) he insisted that she gives him the time and he will make her the happiest person in the world. To this day, in the original version, she is still waiting for the Versaille but still happy.
Comments
I am just like you; very happy working in and at OC, but I must say I am truly happy for the immense happiness in your post.
I hope I will always read this happiness every year.