Multihued Hong Kong

After a couple of months, my husband was able to find the job that we both least expected. When he conveyed me about his job as a watchman, I was not happy at all. Somehow, I thought that this kind of work was only for less educated people as a matter of fact it was my idea that he finds his job on his academic level i.e. in IT fields - could be as programmer, administrator or as an Instructor at the colleges and the institutions. But to our dismay, due to my persistence he ended being unemployed for 5 months. Some of my friends suggested that he could try in different levels of security services. It is not wise to keep on waiting. This is Hong Kong after all, all wakes of life of people are here earning their living on the jobs that they merely anticipated when they were at their hometowns. And here is my husband who had already foreseen about the future proposition of doing any kind of work, in fact he was mentally ready to do any kind of work regardless of his Engineering degree. He often says, " Men should not be ashamed to do work, there is no bigger, smaller, cleaner nor dirtier work. It is only people's mind who categorize work on varied sectors" During the beginning of the months, he busied himself applying jobs through HK's local website as jobsdb, recruitment and many others. I did also spoke with the managerial expats who could assist him finding a job. He was called on interviews which went well and at the end of the interview, the interviewer assured gim that he was the candidate for the job. We got convinced that he was able to secure his job in the financial company at Pacific Place. We both were thrilled that he was lucky to get this handsomely paid job in the heart of the business hub city. Our excitement was overwhelmed when a few days later we were informed that " due to our internal problem, we could not hire you. Sorry!" Damn ,that was a huge blow on us. I was so angry that I cursed the bloody company for wasting our time. How could they play such a prank on us? Time to time, he insisted that he would apply for the night shift security personnel. But I always raised my eyebrows. I am always so protective about my husband, that he is capable and worthy, who is academically qualified person and he deserves more. Then for a while, we did not really care for searching work. On the other hand, we was busy working/modifying on our blog and with Shrijana dot com. He also got chance to meet literature interested people and was involved in literature work such as poetry. People start to know him and he became problems solver to some people. Most of the time his phone rang constantly people needing for his assistances. He was suggesting people on their homepages or either he was working on their web pages. He kept busy fixing/resolving technical problems. He was like a Wanted man, who was so readily willing to give his best to assist them. In the morning when he came home with a wide smile spread on his face, after his first night duty as a watch man, I was relieved. Even he had to stay awake whole night he looked like a refreshed and energized man, he looked contented, I was still lying on the bed when he entered into the bedroom, he did not notice me weeping surreptiously. My stupid head was thinking, " it is all because of me , my husband is enduring all the pain. he was better off in Nepal with his profession, where he earned money and fame." wiping my tears and facing towards him I said " Perhaps, coming to HK to become a security guard was the huge mistake that you made." He hugged me tightly and laughed " I am enjoying the job. They are paying me for sitting only. What I did last night was reading the novel and sitting down. This is the finest and the easiest job that I ever got. How could the employer pay the employee only for sitting?" Then I quipped, " Perhaps they have so much money that they do not know where to invest." We laughed hysterically like teenagers. I was so happy seeing my husband enjoying his work and that is why he chose night shift where he could engage on his passions as writing poems.