The great Ramee Rose adventure!
The what?! The
Ramee Rose…Apparently, when I first told my bosses that I was going to move
into a building with “Rose” in its name, they thought that I was going to move
into a dodgy establishment called the Ramee Rose – home to one of Tecom’s
dodgiest bars, happy ending massages and all round hive. Cue suspicious looks
and a few rounds of “are you really sure it’s a good place?” *what’s wrong with these people?” I
thought.
Well, I am
glad to report that I have got gone totally mad in the time that I have been
here. In fact, this weekend, I would be moving into my new apartment. The non-dodgy Rose and it is fiinnneeee J Granted, all I have is a
bed, a rack and 2 little standing shelves for now, but I can’t complain. Things
are slowly getting on track.
The boss is also responsible for introducing me to the ‘inner circle’ – also known as the people who help keep me liquored up and sane. Weird, but true… apart from the people who are simply your colleagues, you definitely need a support system of sorts. Or in my case, a system that gets you drunk twice in the time that I’ve been here. But, who’s complaining? ;)
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| The infamous Ramee Rose |
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| The new digs |
To be honest,
I am a little shell-shocked that it’s only been a slightly over month since
I’ve been here. It feels like FOREVER! It took me one weekend to find the place
I wanted, three more weeks to get the paperwork, my residence Visa and all sorts
of nonsense sorted out. At the same time, I am working 12 – 14 hour days, got
evicted from my hotel (thank you, freaking HR!) It was a weekend of massive
drama and total frustration – it’s worse when there is absolutely no one to
turn too. Apparently, if I was to continue staying in the hotel, it was to be
at my own expense. WTH?! That is unheard of! Even when I was a Tenancy Manager
back in the day, companies always booked their expats into serviced apartments
for at least a month or two upon their arrival. I was subsequently rescued by
my boss and managed to somehow buy some basic furniture, get my electricity up
and running. The only thing I can’t do yet is, get cable/broadband and open a
bank account. Why? Cos I still don’t have my Emirates ID. ARGH!
You never
realize how frustrating these little things are, until you move to a totally
new country and have to fix up these little things on your own. Previously,
it’s always easy to let your parents take care of these niggly bits. One good
thing is that I’ve been doing a lot of things on my own for really long time
and so, these things are just another thing to be taken care of.
Throughout all
this madness, I have been really lucky to have a great boss who not only dives
into the work with both feet – we work really crazy hours for now, especially
with a series of back to back events. She really helped me out when things got
tough – she didn’t need to but I am ever grateful that she did. Unlike freaking
HR and its senseless policies; if it was up to them, I’d be camping in the
office or actually IN the dodgy hotel.
The boss is also responsible for introducing me to the ‘inner circle’ – also known as the people who help keep me liquored up and sane. Weird, but true… apart from the people who are simply your colleagues, you definitely need a support system of sorts. Or in my case, a system that gets you drunk twice in the time that I’ve been here. But, who’s complaining? ;)
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