The theory of change....Part One

"Look at you, you've never changed, still the same as ever", that's what my friends from school tell me whenever we gather. I really feel confused when they tell me such a comment. I am not sure if this is considered a compliment so I should reply "Thanks a lot, you too haven't changed", or this is something bad and I should feel offended. Most of the time I just smile in response, without saying a single word.

I then started to think if it is possible that I did not change a bit for the past ten years. I don't think this is true, just finishing High School, going to college and starting a career is considered a change for me. These transitions in my occupation were certainly accompanied by changes in my looks, personality and beliefs. It is definitley impossible that for ten years I meet new people, learn new things and have lots of different experiences and still act like the teenager my friends used to know.

Despite what my friends believe, I am sure deep inside me that I can't be "the same as ever". I have been through lots of experiences that I was never familiar with; I've experienced how failure tasted like and how to struggle and bounce back. I have also experienced how is it like acting on my own without any interference from my parents. I've also made so many friendships that added a lot to my knowledge, personal experience and to my life as a whole.

I realized that whenever I gather with my old friends we usually have the same old talks. We often talk about fashion, food, guys, love and of course tons of memories. We also tell all sorts of jokes but none of us talk about our work, colleagues or anything about our current lives. I realized that when we reunion, we enjoy the fact that we are together again. We love remembering the old days a lot.

I think gathering with old friends is like taking a ride on the time machine where we move backward to a point of time that we all enjoyed. Then we all talk, laugh and act as if we were still this old gang and as if nothing has ever changed. I guess this is what makes my friends think that I am "the same as ever". I then tried to figure out what I think of my old friends, and to my surprise I realized that I feel that they are all "the same as ever" too!!!

Resumes

I have been sent a lot of resumes lately as I need to add two more people to my team. I need to review and screen these resumes and pick a few of them to arrange interviews with the people I think can fit in the team. I have seen a lot of strange things while reviewing these resumes, the following are the most stupid things one can write on a resume:

A software engineer wrote a description of a software called "Student City" that she worked on as follows:
Student City:It’s a software that manage the love of strangers girls who loves in student city.

Once I read that I could not stop laughing for almost five minutes, what the heck is she talking about? Most probably she wrote 'live' instead of 'love' (which also does not make sense) and then used a spell check or something. The result was really hilarious.

The second girl, who's also a software engineer wrote the following:
Name: XXXXXX
Address: XXXXX
Tel: XXXXX
Parents: Good united family condition. (Working).

As far as I know, no information about parents is required on a resume, so what was that girl thinking when she wrote this nonsense about her parents?

It is really pathetic to find these fatal mistakes on resumes written by universty graduates specially softwate engineers. A software engineer is supposed to be familiar with the internet, have good research skills. So I think when a software engineer wants to write a resume, he/she should google and find a templeate or guidlines or anything that helps with writing a resume instead of writing such crap on resumes.

I really love this car

Whenever I see one of these BMW 116i cars in the street I can't look away. I tried to calculate this car's price in terms of my salary and found out the following:

BMW 116i = My current Fiat Uno + all my savings of the last couple of years + my salary for the next three years

The above equation is only valid under the following assumptions:

1. The car's price remains the same for the next three years

2. I only spend 250 pounds a month

Is driving a BMW worth all this?!!!!!!!!

Like Father, Like Son........two incidents

Last Saturday while SH and me were about to leave R's Henna party (bachelorette party), SH asked me to carry her almost-two-years-son M while she went to the bathroom. M is a very nice kid who is familiar with me as I visit his home quite often and usually spend some time playing with him. While I was carrying M, R's sister (Who thought that M was my son) was smiled to me and said "Masha2allah, shabahek 7'ales" (cute baby, he looks exactly like you). I don't know what made her think M was my son, maybe because M was not crying and was acting as if he were carried by his own mum, or maybe the way I was talking to him or looking at him had a mother-like tenderness. What really astonished me wasn't the girl's comment, it was my reaction; I just smiled back to her and did not tell her he was a friend's son and not my own. After I went home I kept thinking for a while and asked myself why I did not tell the girl the truth, maybe I did not want to embarrass her, or maybe I liked the idea of being a mother even if it was not true....I really don't know.


The following day while daddy was holding the cup of tea I made him the following conversation took place between my dad, my sister and me:

Daddy: why do you usually fill the cups till the very top, I can't hold the cup properly.
Me: I guess it's one of my bad habbits dad, I can't drink from a cup that is not filled till the very top.
My sister: Why, do you get the feeling that somebody took a sip from your cup?
Me (smiling): I don't know, it's one of my many bad habbits. You know something...I can't write with a pen with a missing cap, I think this is another bad habbit of mine.
Daddy: I guess this is a bad habbit of mine as well.
Me: that explains everything, I can't be blamed for such a habbit then, it was genetically inherited.

I just said so to bug my dad, but then I thought if it was possible that such simple habbits were genetically inherited. I tried to remember if I've ever heard my dad complain about a pen with a missing cap, but I had no past incidents on mind. I have to admit that I have genetically inherited a lot fom my dad; his look, his way of talking, his sensitive feelings, his sense of humor and of course his bad teeth. But I've never imagined that I would ever inherit such a small detail from my dad.