February brought in the little Bunny Wabbit and shoo-ed out the Tiger. Being in Dubai at this time of the year is a bummer. None of that yee-sang that I am so fond of. No Mandarin oranges to over indulge in and then suffer for a few weeks from an irritating cough. None of that angpow little red packets or loong yoke (sp) that slices of roast pork.
**SIGH** being a Malaysian foodie in Dubai is quite the misery! Especially festive times like this when food and friendship are inseparable partners.
I also learnt that Ash and Kash now have yet another step-sibling. Congratulations Jacob .... still fully loaded I see. May your paternal instincts and inclinations be better than how you are to your 2 daughters. There is nothing left to say on that subject ... except you FAIL exceptionally with honours when it comes to Ash and Kash.
After months of trying to define my role and presence, I finally found something I could do without I hoped stepping on the imaginary diva toes. We were moving physically from one building to another.
So I volunteered to help with the paperwork of the new machines, and the moving of people and that kept me back in the office for days way past midnight working within the limitations of being in Dubai.
It is funny how the vendor when we asked for 68 units of 22" LCD monitors baulked at us - we thought he was making fun at us for such a small number and insisting urgency. What he was REALLY doing was trying not to have a cardiac arrest - no one apparently stocks large numbers (????) of items after the economic crash.
So here we are week 2 into the move and getting equipment in trickles from our vendors. It works so differently back home, we Malaysians working on this move kept falling over laughing in incredulity.
And people can be amazingly entertaining. The Divas naturally made every minute of this move as pain in the arse. It was like if they wanted to fart, we had to find the exhaust fan, attach it and diffuse the irksome stink with the scent of jasmines. GAWD!
But one thing - working with Malaysians and the lone Goan, you know no matter how bad things can get, we will pull through somehow. We stuck together, covered the work, I undertook to send out updates in my usual cheeky manner - some got what I was saying, others you know it kinda just went whoosh .... heheehhe.
Midway through February, post Valentine, am feeling the age creep up on me and I feel like a panic is beginning to envelope me. I wish at times we didn't need money for anything. Since my ex-spouse believes with just fresh air and sunshine his daughters are going to grow up.
But the reality is everything costs money and being stuck in the middle income rut means you have too much to qualify for financial aid and too little to get anywhere you want to be. And with Ash and Kash growing up, the panic is increasing knowing that this continued salary in salary out gone not a sen in savings is not going to bode well. I wonder if I might win one of these exorbitant AED1Million DSF or Summer Sales draws ahahah - yeah right!
Oh well it's just February and the Bunny Wabbit has just hopped on in. Am hoping it will find it in itself to give this aging Oinkster a small leave from fighting the overwhelming waves and give me some calm waters to paddle about. But the fact remains, aging Oinkster still has much to do, and time is so not on my side. What I'd do to have some youth and energy like before.
Hope to catch up on some rest and feel less aged and in pain by the end of this weekend. May you have happy trails ... :)
