2nd day of work

I ate my breakfast this morning in the rain. Not the crazy monsoon type rain you get in India (that washes away your cattle and wife), but a nice refreshing spring drizzle. Waiting near Hwy 401 Keele exit, for the inventory manager as I like to call him. Except he's not the inventory manager, he manages everything and is actually the engine the drives the company. The inventory manager picks me up and drops me off, so the commute isn't torturous.

I will officially start my position on July 29th, when my Uncle and his family go on their vacation. I'll be assuming the responsibilites that currently him and his wife are responsible for, which is namely, yelling at the workers about once a day and sitting in the office. Mashallah. And literally, that's it (or so that's my understanding, unless he decides to be evil and throws in a clause which mandates that I must clean all bathrooms with a toothbrush). Until the 29th is training, during which time I'm supposed to familiarise myself with things and learn the employees names I guess.

My first day was incredible. I had a station testing LCD displays (that eventually go inside refurbished telephones) across from a 'Hamza'. Converted brother, full of brilliance and wisdom and literally just shines and reminds you of Allah. After our amazing conversation in which it became very apparent this man was nothing short of a genius, I wanted to just ask him, 'Dude, why are you in here sautering?' Turned out it was his last day (unfortunately for me) and he's off to Egypt to become a hafiz on the 29th of June. At the end of the day I told him it was quite an honour getting to know him, he got all flustered and didn't know how to respond.

Fringe benefits include keys to the uncle's cars and his home. Dhikr party and Jamat trip! (minus the dhikr and jamat)

Me: ... I'm not sure how it was in your days ...
Hamza: my days? I'm probably younger than you.
Me: How old are you?
Hamza: 24.
Me: I'm 19.
Hamza: Well, I guess not then.

Mother: I packed your lunch and included a spoon, don't forget it!
Me: You don't have to remind me, I'm 20 years old.
Mother: Your father's 51 and I still have to remind him.


EDIT:
Faiza: Dude
Faiza: I still don't get what you do

Nothing! That's the beauty of it all!