I Wore the Wrong Pants Today

I Wore the Wrong Pants Today

I washed my hair yesterday, so I don’t need to brush it.
Five minutes to get dressed, and three minutes to go to the bathroom.
No, I’ll turn the kettle on while I’m in the bathroom. I’ll take a few sips of coffee.
Not the whole mug.
I’ll sleep a little.

Aaaaaaand, 8:00.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Mr. Ahmed.
Is Mr. Ahmed here today?
Do we have Mr. Ahmed today or Ms. Hoda?
Okay, okay, okay. No.
The pants. The shirt is sticking out.
It looks bad. I don’t want to tuck it in.
I’m going to be late.
It’s okay, it’s okay.

Why is ‘Amm Ramadan looking at me that way?
I think he thinks I have a big butt.
Ugh, those guys are standing there again.
I hate them.
I don’t want to pass by them.
I don’t want to.

That’s Karim Saad. Why is he looking at me?
Ugh, Mohamed el-Hosseiny is in the front.
Ugh, I’m wearing the wrong pants today.
Please, God, divert their attention elsewhere.
I hate them.
I hate my life.

What’s going on? No one noticed.
What’s going on? Why is Hosseiny looking at me that way?
I’ve got to lose weight.
I’ve got to lose weight.
What’s going on?
What’s going on?
Don’t eat after 6:00.
60 kg. Starting now.
60 kg.
60 kg.
60 kg.

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