If being me is not enough, I have forces around me to make sure they add spice to my overtly colorful life.

Just this afternoon, I was sitting in my office at the UN, when I heard screams of my boss, frantic blood curdling screams, I was shocked, images of blood and death were writ large, I ran out only to realize that she had managed to lock herself in the loo.

Despite my assuring her that we would get her out she kept screaming, first in rage and then in anguish, I tried everything, from jimmying the lock to pushing the door, but nothing worked, till finally I had to call the security who carried out a major ( hardly) rescue operation to get the boss out

What an afternoon at the Palais Des Nations