Thursday, July 01, 2004
Emirates is blocking fotki and my ability to load and view pictures.
posted by KKT at 8:48 AM
I only have 9 FlexPoints left to use until Sunday and we want to hit some bars tonight.
Daylight Starving Time?
Bur Jurman is having a big sale starting today, but I feel too frumpy to shop.
Power Shopping burns how many calories?
The Man left extra early this morning to come home extra early this afternoon.
This day is looking up already!
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Yesterday I had an interview with a large international firm that got my name from the HR woman at Dubai's V&E office. They're looking for a legal secretary. Although I would rather have paralegal work (because their idea of a legal secretary here is very different than at home), I'm getting desperate so I thought it wouldn't hurt to go talk to this lady and see what the job was about.
posted by KKT at 7:58 AM
The HR director was a fabulous woman from London who moved here to be with a man she dated 14 years ago and who finally left his wife... sounds like a long, convoluted love story - but, hey - good for them!! We talked for over an hour - first about the job and then about what it's like living in Dubai. We both seemed facinated with each others' stories.
First, the job description. Transcribing tapes from 8-6. No answering phones. No client contact. You would feel lucky if you got to do some filing. I thanked her for being honest and said that if I agreed to be hooked up to a machine that blurted out legal jargon in a [insert foreign accent here] for nine hours a day, we would both be sorry. She laughed and said she understood. Later, over dinner, Jim agreed the job sounded horrible and asked if I told the woman that I would take those headphones home and strangle my husband with the cord? Hmmm... could be possible.
Other than feeling like a loser for aceing another interview for a loser job, I really enjoyed my conversation with this woman. What our lives were back home, what they're like now. The pros and cons. We both asked each other, "Was is worth it?" and we agreed it was.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
During a recent exchange of email, something was finally said something that struck a chord and gave me pause. I believe it was something like, “. . .you’re a good person . . . you live a charmed life.” Although I believe this was more of an attempt at a stab rather than a stroke, I found it to be ironic. I find it ironic that anyone would think my life now is much more charmed than it was one year ago. I had a job that rewarded me handsomely and that, in hindsight, I really loved and took great pride in (and would return to in a second!). I had finally completed my degree and was on the road to law school after completing a lengthy LSAT preparation course. I had a tremendous circle of funny, intelligent, and sometimes alcoholic friends. I was driving distance from my family and best friend. I loved my apartment, my car, and had a closet full of shoes and clothes that were finally a size I was happy with. I had bad boyfriends and good boyfriends. And then I had Jim and then I had to roll the dice.
posted by KKT at 10:38 AM
What may seem like a charmed life has actually been a rollercoaster ride of emotions - good and bad - and all dealt with a million miles outside my comfort zone. Anyone who has made any effort to keep in contact with me would know what my life has been like for the past year and would know that my life has changed drastically and that I have gave up several significant things for one. For something that had eluded me for almost thirty years – love. So far, it's been worth it.
The time to trust a man or woman to be honest, loving, spontaneous, funny, sensitive (the list goes on for each of us) comes for everyone at some point in life and that time is a gamble, no matter how long we’ve known the person. My mother dated my father for over three years before marriage. Five years and two children later, she was divorced. People meet in chat rooms, never meet face-to-face and jump on a plane six months later to get hitched in some state that marks a half-way point. Six years later they’re on Oprah with triplets laughing about how the internet brought them together. Girl meets boy in college, they get married and divorced before the ink is dry on their diplomas. The point is, you never know. For all I know, I could be in this same boat in one year, twelve years, or ... or not.
Part of being human is taking chances and being willing to make mistakes. Part of being human is being resentful of those that do when we cannot. But that's a whole other story...
Life is like Vegas, baby, Vegas!