Its 2:30 Friday afternoon, I can not wait to go home (and no not because our dinner is 3osban today) I just had a crappy day, I was working this week on creating a website for work, a friend of mine suggested a simple software to use which I downloaded and started using straight away, it was good, simple and 3 days later my website was ready to upload, so far so good but no it wasn't to be... as I was going to publish the website I got a message that I have to publish it through the company that provided the software! no one told me that, I am supposed to publish it through another company that is connected to my work, I phoned my friend and told him, he was baffled as well, he didn't know and there was nothing that he could do about it. I had to start again today using another software, inshaAllah Khair :oS
As if the above was not enough, I picked up my colleagues this afternoon to take them to the mosque for the Friday prayers, it is always me that has to take them there, always me that have to find a parking space then find the correct change for the meter, the reason being that I am the youngest there with a car (I am 40 something!) one colleague suggested going to Yusuf Islam's hotel where they do have Friday prayers now, I drive there, the car park is full by the usually uncaring Muslim brothers who just dump their cars there with no care or sympathy for anyone else. I dropped my mates and drove round the hotel where I thought they had parking spaces, they did but were all resident parking and no meters! so I drove to the Pakistani mosque where we usually go, as usual the only parking available is about 5 minutes walk, its fine, I park my car, Oh no I have no change for the meter, I drove back to the mosque, left the car outside and risked getting a fine, I prayed came out quickly, Alhamdulellah the parking attendants that usually swarm outside the mosque did not see my car, after all that I thought my colleagues must be waiting for me so I drive back to the hotel, no one there, I left the car on the main road, ran inside, the Imam was still giving his sermon, I waited another 20 minutes for their prayer to finish, the Sermon was so long that they told me they started to fall asleep, on the way back I told them that if we are to pray at this hotel every Friday then from next week I am going to walk there (its only about 10 minutes walk) they didn't look very pleased :o)
Do you remember Khadija Teri's freaky post about skin lightning creams sold in Libya?
well look what this bus that was right in front of me this morning is advertising!
Goes to show what a great multi cultural city London is.