Month: October 2018

As a followup to yesterday’s post about my AC/power woes, last night the guy said they had to get a compressor and would come back on Saturday or Sunday (since Friday is our holy day and everyone has the day off generally). He didn’t say what time, but I assumed that one of us would be around since we’re still trying to make this place a home. Get me a few more packs of cement hooks and I could spend all afternoon throwing things up on the walls. Good times.

Anyway, I caved and decided to hire a helper/housemaid/nanny/cleaner/domestic assistant . . . pick whatever name you’re most comfortable with. As Americans, we’re generally uncomfortable with them all so while most other nationalities will say they need to hire a maid, and specify which nationality they require because some are better than others, we shy away from all that and talk about our helpers like they are friends who just happen to do our laundry and we give them money randomly every now and then.

I had been trying to do it myself, but I can’t go to the gym and work and keep the house clean. Maybe that makes me lazy, but the gym is a part time job of its own since it generally eats up 3 hours of my day. (I only work out for an hour, but it’s 20 min each way, plus shower/changing time, plus if I talk to anyone after . . . trust me, it eats up my entire morning). And I had 2 different people comment on the muscles in my arms this week so I’ve finally arrived.

Of course there’s always the trepidation of hiring the right person — no one can compare to Josie and certain people are more trouble than help (I’m looking at you, Nanny), but I was barely treading water in keeping the house straightened up and never had time to actually clean. Thankfully a friend had a recommendation of someone to hire and she came over this morning to rescue me. Lady (not her real name) is going to come twice a week to vacuum, mop and anything else that looks like it needs doing. I love her already.

About 10 minutes after I left for work, I get a phone call from Lady and she’s whispering, “Madame, someone is at the door. Should I answer it?” Um, I’m not expecting anyone . . . maybe it’s the yard guy? (Oh goodness, that makes me sound ridiculous, but trust me, it’s totally normal and worth it). But when she answered the door, surprise! It’s the AC guy totally out of the blue, expecting someone to be home so he can fix the AC. With no notice at all. Also totally normal. I told her that as long as she was there, they could work, but she could kick them out when she was finished as they hadn’t scheduled with me first. Oh Abu Dhabi, you are so weird sometimes.

  The new king of Al Rawabit street

Josh is in Saudi this week on his first business trip with his new company. He’s had several meetings and all is well there, but you know what happens whenever he travels, right? That’s right. I came home from work to no power and no AC. And I didn’t have a contact number for the maintenance people. It was the first night in over a week that I was going to get to enjoy an evening at home and instead I had to play the repairman waiting game.

Thankfully the boys figured out how to get the lights back on and solved the problem of what was tripping the house (the downstairs AC unit) and Josh texted me the number of the repair people. So I call, a man answers, “Hello?” I explain the problem, talking for about 20 seconds and after I pause he replies, “Hello?” Oh good grief. I ask if he can hear me and he replies, “Hi, Arabic?”

It’s going to be a long night . . .

While we waited for the repair people (the man eventually brought the phone to someone who spoke English) we at least had lights and cooling upstairs. Even with the AC out and temps in the high 90s (and at 10pm it still “feels like” 103 so it’s hot 24/7), our new house seems to stay cooler than our old one. Yay for that!Of course the electrician came in the middle of dinner and tripped the breaker to the house. Then he asked if he could go get his tools. What did you come with? Your hands in your empty pockets? Totally normal here.
Yay, power is back on (and my house is looking more sorted than a week ago)
and then off again  . . . so that was my relaxing evening at home. And then they had to come back the next morning to complete the job. Which meant I couldn’t go to the gym today, sort of a good-news, bad-news kind of thing. I’m always thrilled to not have to go to the gym, lol, but it’s annoying to have to rearrange my schedule to wait on someone whom you’re not sure is going to show up (these guys did though — winning). It doesn’t matter to most people because they have full time house help that is always available to answer the door, but that is not my life.

And they didn’t actually complete the job so we get to do it all over again on Saturday or Sunday once they get a compressor — probably from a vacant house nearby. That’s what they did at our last residence. Totally normal. Another normal crazy: we finally got sheets for the boys’ beds (I have no idea why I don’t have sheets for that bed from our last house), but they are the wrong size because it’s an American size mattress and even though I measured, they are too tight and pop off in the night because the corners are too short for the thicker mattress. Maybe I’ll just wait until Calvin comes to visit at Christmas and have him bring me some from the US. At least I was productive this morning while the guy was at the house fixing the AC — until I ran out of the special hooks for cement walls. To hang things you either need a drill, which I can’t be bothered with, or these nifty hooks with tiny pin-like nails that get hammered into the wall. They are fine enough to go into the concrete and the several connection points in each hook holds it into the wall. But once it’s in there’s no going back — pulling one out takes a chunk of the wall with it. So I go wild with my hammer and eyeball, no measuring for me, and 95% of the time it comes out OK. I tend to go with intentionally eclectic spacing so measuring becomes less essential.
Finally we have my normal crazy girlie who I realized has been spending too much time on computer screens lately because she gets fully absorbed and goes into withdrawal tears when I tell her it’s time to turn it off. I won’t post the wailing photo out of respect for her (because she’s old enough to care), but this is after she pulled it together, apologized and we worked on folding laundry together before bed instead. I’m thankful that tomorrow is finally Thursday because I have needed a weekend all week.

and let’s not let that monster back out again. We are good. As I like to say over and over again, “It will all work out. God will provide,” but September has been a month that I wouldn’t want to repeat anytime soon. I’ve been quiet because life has been stressful, and while I usually find something humorous in the unusual things that happen here, this most recent episode of crazy wore me out and just thinking about rehashing it in words made me tired. So I’ve been quiet. I think I’m finally up to tackling it, but I’m going to do this in the shortest way possible. We are all moved into our house. We have unpacked everything and except for hanging photos on the walls, my work is done. The administrative side of our move is almost complete. We have residence visas, copies of our Emirates IDs (will have them in hand next week), and everything was almost settled with the landlord, we paid the first half of our annual rent, BUT when we sent the second half we ended up wiring it to a fraudulent account so that money went “bye-bye” into the pockets of unknown scammers who are much more savvy than the typical Nigerian prince.

Basically an unknown person hacked into either our landlord’s account or ours (though I suspect theirs, because of the nature of their business with collecting large sums of money) and inserted themself into the conversation using the landlord’s email address and our real estate agent’s email address and then had the payment information changed so the money went to their account instead of our landlord’s. The craziest part is Josh had been in conversation with the landlord throughout the process and Josh even met with him in person and questioned the alternate account and the guy never said, “I have no idea what you are talking about. What alternate account?” But culturally, it’s important to save face so maybe admitting that he didn’t know what Josh was talking about would have been shameful? Who knows. Crazytown.

Anyway, Josh was really frustrated that he got scammed, until he looked back and could see how it unfolded and saw that he did everything he could, including involving our real estate agent, and no one picked up on the fraud until it was too late. But we will be fine. We have emergency fund money that will cover it if we can’t save up the amount between now and 6 months from now when the other 1/2 of the rent will be due. That’s the concession they are making — waiting for payment. Minimally that’s what they should do since their urgency and lack of communication is what caused this problem in the first place, but whatever. I’m at peace and know God will provide. He’s already provided and I’m thankful that this is a problem that money can solve, unlike a health crisis that we couldn’t spend our way out of.

**Yes, we have been round and round (well Josh has) with the other parties involved and no one is willing to share any part of the responsibility or risk any sort of legal liability by admitting any fault so we’re left holding the bag. Which is what we expected, but it has taken some time to figure out where everyone was landing.  

Meanwhile I’m goal oriented and have made a game out of seeing how much I can not spend to see how long it takes me to hit $25k. I actually think we’re going to come out ahead in the long run by living with less. So far I’m up to $10,800 that we’ve opted to not consume. We decided we won’t buy a second car, which also means no money spent on a residential parking permit and registration/insurance (about $9k total). No couch for the house — we’ll make do with our Bahraini bench and dining room chairs if needed and we are improvising clothes storage for our house instead of IKEA wardrobes. That’s at least 2k . . . cha ching! We’ll be back in the black before we know it. And those are all things we had picked out to purchase, but have now cancelled. I’m not putting a $4k diamond ring on the list because I would never actually buy that, but I had 5,215 AED worth of stuff in my IKEA cart that I discarded. And I don’t need it after all — my house looks a bit like a college dorm room with extra awesome carpets, but whatever.
One bin for each: T-shirts, pants, pjs, skirts, long sleeves, and dresses. She really does have too many clothes. And she needs to pick up her room. :sigh:
And there’s my room — clothes on a bookshelf and in bins on the floor. Josh has the one wardrobe in the house to use for his suits and clothes because I can’t be bothered to hang things up anyway. Don’t feel sorry for me because I’m kind of loving the bin thing. Look at that carpet though . . . true love.

So that’s where I’ve been. I can’t believe that Josh started his job in Texas only 2 months ago. It feels like 2 lifetimes ago. It’s no wonder we’re tired. I’m praying that things will settle down so we can catch our breath. And so I can tell normal crazy stories (like the one about getting my washing machine installed) and not ones about bank fraud.