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She works hard for her money … well, not yet
So, I got paid … on the first day of “work.” That purty little picture above is of my furniture allowance. Yep, I’m buying couches and appliances with 1,000 bills. Didn’t know this was on my to-do list of living, but ta da! Check that one off.
Tomorrow night I will have been here a week, and it feels like forever ago since I left my old home — not because it’s boring or horrible, but because there has just been so much stuff packed into these days. OMG it’s overwhelming.
I’ve gone through orientation, set up my local bank account, gotten the keys to my apartment, got my local cell phone number, went on a road trip with my new neighbors and friends (seriously awesome people!), gone through medicals, got my fingerprints done and picture taken for my Emirates ID (which will prove I’m here legally), gone shopping (OMG there is such a thing as too much shopping), and, well, a whole bunch of other stuff.
Because I’m also suffering from jet lag — it’s a beast — my wee brain isn’t going to do my time here justice. I’m pooped, and, amazingly, still awake. No matter how tired I am when I go to bed, I wake up at 2 a.m. Since tomorrow is a real day off (although none of my work-related stuff has been more than a few hours each day) I’m breaking down and taking a PM tylenol to, hopefully, sleep a full 8 hours.
I’ll post pics to help recap the week, but here’s what’s popping up (for now) as my highlights:
- Same, same but different. This phrase says it best. There are sooooo many American chain stores and restaurants here that it almost feels like home (except for the Arabic written above or below the English). When it comes to food I’m all about trying something different, so I haven’t eaten much from the chains, but what I have had tastes better. I’m thinking because it’s minus the hormones/preservatives we put into our food — or it could just be the dust in the air has changed my taste buds.
- English every where! I could totally get by here without ever learning a word of Arabic. That’s not what I’m going to do, but I could. Because there are so many immigrants (it still cracks me up that I am now a foreigner), English is what’s used during most transactions — it’s, apparently, the easiest go-to words. It’s not funny (but it is) to see two people, neither fluent in English (and in some cases down to knowing like three phrases), bartering or attempting some sort of financial transaction in a language that does not feel good on their tongues. I could sit in a mall for hours and just watch the many ways in which people figure out how to communicate with each other.
- That said, it aint funny when you’re trying to get your own official business accomplished. Then it’s just plain frustrating, but you continue to smile and play your game of charades until you think you’re understood, but usually you’re not. Eventually, like two or three days later, you finally completed your task.
- Your manner of speaking quickly changes. Today, I accidentally mimicked my sales person’s accent. We both just looked at each other and then burst out laughing. I also find myself saying things like “we go to bank now.” But, shhh, don’t tell my employer since I’m an English teacher.
- Modesty versus oppression. The more I interact with the variety of women who are covered the more I see how free and beautiful they feel, and how they see us as the unlucky ones. Of course this doesn’t apply to everyone. There are many souls who do not feel free or see me as unlucky, but this practice of covering isn’t this constraining thing I once thought it was. I find myself walking straighter around women here. They are so poised and graceful.
- We all just want to fit in. Making friends here is so easy, and everyone is so darned interesting. I guess because we’ve left our loved ones we’re quickly grouping up. For now we teachers are the new high school students, except in our case there are no bullies or uncool kids — well, maybe there are, but I haven’t met them yet. It’s still early. I’m sure we’ll all lose it at one point or the other. Hopefully, our new friends will help us pull it together again. I guess the point of this bullet is never have I met so many strangers from so many different places and felt that I belonged with them, and they with me. does that make sense? It’s a very good thing.
- Abu Dhabi vs Al Ain. On Tuesday I learned that I wasn’t getting a hi-rise, modern apartment in Abu Dhabi. I got Al Ain, and I wasn’t placed in one of their large complexes with sleek floor plans and amenities galore. I was kinda, sorta bummed. I reminded myself that this is what I signed up for. I knew I might not get what I thought I wanted, and when i didn’t I felt a little robbed (I wanted my own beach and lazy river and all that good stuff). Then, I teamed up with four others and took a drive up to Al Ain. I love my apartment, and I really like what I saw of Al Ain. It reminds me of an old western town (like in northern Arizona or Colorado), except with Middle Eastern flair. I’m too tired (and amazed I wrote as much as I did!) to explain it right, but I think Al Ain is the perfect fit for me. Plus, Dubai is only an hour’s drive away; Abu Dhabi is an hour and a half. I have free places to stay, so the beach and city fix is still totally doable on the weekends. Yay me!
There’s so much more I could tell you about, but I really am tired (and haven’t even popped a tylenol yet), so here’s a bunch of pictures to show off some of what I see or do (again none of it does the experience justice).
Some of the night view walking the grounds near my hotel:
Some day shots.
Grocery shopping is going to be a blast. Just look at the size of that shrimp! So many choices, so little time. The stores are humungous — totally makes super Walmarts look like 7-11s.
Furniture shopping is also quite diverse. There’s a lot of extravagance, like the bed below which has rhine stones and LED lights on the side, or the matching thrones. There’s something for everyone in every price range — including my need, after years of raising children and the pets that go with them, to buy white chaise lounges.
and, yes, I bought the couch with chaise as well as the stand-alone chaise. And, yes, I know it’s crazy to buy white, but I am so giddy over it. CANNOT wait to read a book while sipping one of the amazing teas here in those bad boys.
And last, but not least, a few shots of my vacant apartment, which needs a good cleaning. Sooo looking forward to making it my nest — with two bedrooms and two bathrooms it’s one heck of a nest for just me. Future visitors start booking your tickets now. I don’t know what colors or what bed I’m getting for your room, but it’ll be comfy.
that last pic, above the SUV, is of my balcony. I totally plan on sipping my coffee there while listening to the morning call to prayer, which is truly a lovely thing to hear. I don’t know what the guy is singing, but it comes from the heart.
Tomorrow, for the first time, I get to spend the entire day as a tourist. No shopping for my apartment or signing forms or calling people I don’t understand. I believe we’re starting out the day sipping gold-laced coffee at Emirate’s Palace, which I can actually see from my hotel window. I’ll try to get some good pictures to show off next time.
I hope this gives you all a taste of what it’s like. I wish I could also attach the sounds and smells and photos of the people (but I can’t do that without their permission). Good night (well for me; for you it’s good day)!
I’m here!
After 26 hours of traveling I made it. After three hours of deep sleep I’m wide awake in my comfy bed at the Intercontinental. I should still be sleeping because I’m going to need to be well rested. There’s a lot to do and see today! OMG I’m in Abu Dhabi! The hotel is lovely, and I swear it smells like heaven —- lemon tree leaves mixed in with rose petals mixed in with decadence.
At check in we were greeted with a tray full of juices. I nabbed the mint lemon, my new favorite drink. The flight was long, and while I slept here and there, I mostly listened to the woman behind me sing or the baby across the aisle scream — that child was part Banshee. All I know is I am glad to be off that plane!
I’m also looking forward to my first breakfast in Abu Dhabi. Hahaha breakfast on the plane was actually a dinner (because while it was morning to us it actually was dinner time in Abu Dhabi).
I had fun with Michelle during my 9-hour layover, and we ran around the terminal acting like the silly little fools we love to be. I’m so glad we had that time together. Being here is quite amazing, and I’m sure I’ll have lots to tell you, but for now I’ll just throw up some photos of the hotel (they’re not great since I’m still learning how to use my new phone).
Monica: I completely forgot to pull out the pink flamingo when Michelle and I were goofing around. BUT, I did remember to take a pic with my new carryon (broke the old one at the airport), so here’s the little guy on my bed after a very long flight. He’ll get to see more stuff today. Oh what trouble will he, wait She, get into?
Miche and me drinking Kettle One mint lemonades. LOVED our bartender.
Checking in with a glass of mint lemonade
Looking down at the breakfast buffet
the lobby near the pool
I am soo going in this today or tomorrow, and, yes there is a pool bar.
view from the lounge where our breakfast is served. The yacht club and its boats is to the left of those bushes.
I know these aren’t great, but it’s what I have for you right now. As soon as my friends finish showering, I’ll be out and about and seeing this place called Abu Dhabi! Oh, and the wall of humidity is something else. I know hot, but when we left the airport last night I realized I don’t know wet hot. Apparently, I do sweat — a lot!
So this is the part that sucks…
It’s 1 a.m., and I cannot sleep. My son is still up watching T.V., and the damned thing is irritating the hell out of me. That’s not the reason I can’t sleep. I am freaking the hell out because about this time next week a group of teachers are flying to Abu Dhabi. While I am very happy for them, I am not yet one of those teachers.
A group is flying out July 30th while the rest of us drool like mad dogs waiting for the magical email from Nirvana (of all names) travel agency. We were warned that there is no rhyme or reason as to who gets selected to fly when, and that we will fly out in several groups (sadly some of us won’t get there until September/October). I read the blogs. I prepared myself for the worst, and now I’m not even close to the worst (hello? it’s only July!) and I’m having a hard time.
There is plenty of time before school starts. There is still plenty of time before July 30th. I might still find myself going then, which is also part of the problem. That’s in a few days. My new life could begin just like that.
Am I ready? Have I said all my goodbyes? Gotten all my ducks in a row?
I applied for this job 8 months ago, and now it feels like all of a sudden it’s here. Except it’s not, but it might be any minute.
The not knowing the when, where, etc. is the most nerve-wracking part about this whole experience. I feel sorry for my family because from their perspective it must seem like I want to hurry up and leave them, which is so not the case. I just want to know when I’m leaving. I guess what it boils down to is that I worry that for me this trip will not happen. I know that’s crazy talk, but there you have it. Even crazier is I have a good life here, so it’s not a bad thing if I don’t go. But, insert toddler temper tantrum here, I really want to do this.
Christmas in July…
A few months ago one of my besties, Ericka, said she’d like to throw a Christmas in July party for me since I won’t be here this Christmas —- and anyone who knows me knows I LOVE the winter holidays. From Halloween to New Years it’s one food, drink and laugh filled celebration after the other. To my new Abu Dhabi friends be prepared to play and not lose weight.
What I love most about that time of year —- other than all the lights and craziness —- is that it’s always about being with the people I love the most, so while I will embrace my new life I will also be quite homesick (although my peeps are coming to visit me so it’s all good).
Anyway, I suggested we go ahead and do it at my house since I have a big pool we can all escape the heat in. Before I knew it a facebook event page popped up, and we were inviting people from all over. Unbeknownst to me another one of my besties, Monica, secretly RSVPd. The whole time she had been posting that she wished she could fly in for the event but money was tight, and blah, blah, blah. This is the same woman who claims it’s her birthday every month, so I should’ve known better, but I didn’t and I just about peed myself (okay maybe I did a little) when she walked into my kitchen.
Here’s the crazy beotch stuck in the cooler
She stayed with us through Tuesday, and oh my goodness it was just like the holidays —- except we could use the pool! We had so much fun that I barely even thought about my upcoming move, which is a good thing because I think about it way too much (um, if things work out the way I’m hoping I should be on a plane within the next 3 weeks).
Wednesday I met up with a former department chair who is now retired and looking great (way to go Liz!) and yesterday I met up with some others moving to Abu Dhabi, including a couple who aren’t teachers but I hope we end up living in the same community. Something tells me they’d be great neighbors/friends to have.
Today is the first day where I have absolutely no plans, which is why I’m in here typing away and posting party pics. Of course this also means I have time on my hands, which means I’ve checked my email too many times to see if my e-ticket came in —- KNOWING that nothing will go out until Ramadan ends, but I like to torture myself.
Okay enough of my rambling and onto some of the pics. I wish I had more, but, well, we were having too much fun. What can I say?
Hahahaha a Tres Leches cake made by non English speakers, so my name and fun is misspelled, which of course made this the perfect cake for the party. Thanks Debbie! It was an awesome cake, and I want to hug whomever decorated it.
The calm before the storm. The party preparers (although I didn’t really have to do much) chilling before getting things ready for the night ahead, which didn’t end until the wee hours Sunday.
Even black Santa partied.
The two crazies together…
hahaha Joe loves crazy
Just some of the party pics. Needless to say after awhile cameras were forgotten, which is the way it should be! Although I’m so bummed that I didn’t get any pics of the Premier crew. It was soooooooo good to see some of my buds from the very first school I ever taught at. Greg, Monika and Dave I am so happy you came. It’s official we all have to get together again, so I can take a photo!
The next day we went to Jimbos for breakfast, which is an establishment (hahaha dive bar) that serves free breakfast when you order a drink. Then we came home watched the World Cup, Drunken History and Naked and Afraid — much more fun to watch these shows with friends over. Besides it’s about all that we could handle at that point.
A post party party with just a few of us. Aaron and Tanner kept us entertained with their diving off the roof antics. If I can figure out how to do it I’ll post video later.
somebody taking a nap in the pool…
awww even the floats are tired
our final party before putting Monica on a plane. The pink flamingo is her gift to me. I’m to bring it every where I go and take pictures of it. Hahahaha my flat flamingo!
Again, I love my people! I will soooooo miss all of you.
Moving while staying put…
I’ve been busy, but not busy enough to keep me from trolling through all the Facebook pages. One of the things I’m looking forward to is NOT being addicted to Facebook updates. You see this is my Abu Dhabi lifeline right now. It’s how I get my “what’s it like over there” fix, but like all addictions it provides more wasted time than highs. Whew! luckily it’s not an addiction that actually costs me money, or damages my health (my sanity, on the other hand, might be in question).
There are A LOT of “buy my stuff” posts going up right now — from those of us who are leaving our countries and those who are returning to their countries. It’s one big virtual yard sale mayhem. Every now and then I’ll see something from Abu Dhabi posted, and I’m like nooooo don’t sell that yet. I want it. Can’t you wait until I get there.
Meanwhile, I’m throwing out stuff I’ve had for years and done nothing with. Sooooo, the irony here is that I’m paring down what I have (and realizing how much money I’ve wasted on crap throughout the years) while fantasizing about buying more junk —- just in another country. How effed up is that?
And, I’m one of the lucky ones. I only have to get rid of extra clothing. So many of my counterparts are having to get rid of furniture, appliances, THEIR HOMES. I can’t even imagine how stressed and exhausted I’d be if I was also selling my house. I am soooooo, soooooo, soooooo glad we decided not to sell. It’s bad enough to have given up the security of my job, and the insurance that goes with it (although I am on the sub list, so money will come in if I don’t get shipped out in early August like I’m hoping). I’d be totally whackadoodle if I also had to move to another place until moving to the UAE.
I’m also lucky that because I don’t have that extra “get rid of house” stress that I have more time to enjoy the things I love the most. I’ve been doing a lot of hiking, reading, hanging out with friends and family, lounging with my pets, and floating in the pool. This is probably the most laid-back summer I have ever had, and I’m so grateful to be having it!
Of course that will all change in about six weeks. Since I was hired in February, I’m hoping to be in the first batch of teachers sent over. Hoping doesn’t mean that’s what will happen, but for now it’s what I’ve got.
Oh, and I’ve also been doing a little bit of writing. Nothing to brag about, but my hikes (and I do sooooo love them, although I skipped hiking this morning) sparked two blogs in one day. One is about the hikes themselves, and the other is about how the death of a fellow hiker keeps reminding me of what’s important.
Here’s my Teach UAE clip (with photos): http://teachuae.com/dirt-beneath-feet/
And here’s my StoryShare post (hahaha with some of the same photos): http://storyshare.org/bits-grounds-us/





















