Following a couple of burgers and a side order of grease at TGI’s in the Crowne Plaza on Thursday night, we made our way into a waiting taxi.
As soon as we got in we were greeted to a rather amusing message from the cab’s GPS system.
‘You have just rejected a job. You have incurred a penalty.’ said the American robot.
The taxi driver collapsed into a fit of giggles.
Now I bloody know why the taxis that I order never turn up.
Saturday, 26 January 2008
Friday, 25 January 2008
Welcome
Almost a year ago I had reached a stale mate in my life back home in the UK. I was trapped in Groundhog Day. More unfortunately for me, my version of GD consisted of rain, grey skies, a local government job and the drying up hope of a high flying, post-university life.
Through sheer fear of becoming boring (always my worse nightmare), I decided to pack my life and stilettos into a suitcase (yes, that’s all it took) and move to Dubai. I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Here I am some time later, and I can easily say I achieved what I set out to. My life is no longer boring. In fact, it’s something completely off the other side of the scale. Living in Dubai is bizarre, exciting, intriguing, mesmerising, and at times scary (daily taxi cab user). I work hard, party even harder. And I’m finally on the job ladder I want to be on.
Being single, and female (and Western may I sheepishly add) means some of the experiences I have are, well, worth a mention. I live in the city where Fast Love should be its theme tune and where varying versions of morals (or lack of), beliefs and customs collide in the 48 degree desert heat. So I’ve decided to share my experiences, wonderings and ponderings and general gossip with you all. Those who know me, know I love to talk ;)
I could sit and give a running commentary of my time here so far-it already makes an interesting read. However, I have every confidence that sources of material will not dry up. In fact, things are just about to heat up.
Happy reading. :)
Through sheer fear of becoming boring (always my worse nightmare), I decided to pack my life and stilettos into a suitcase (yes, that’s all it took) and move to Dubai. I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Here I am some time later, and I can easily say I achieved what I set out to. My life is no longer boring. In fact, it’s something completely off the other side of the scale. Living in Dubai is bizarre, exciting, intriguing, mesmerising, and at times scary (daily taxi cab user). I work hard, party even harder. And I’m finally on the job ladder I want to be on.
Being single, and female (and Western may I sheepishly add) means some of the experiences I have are, well, worth a mention. I live in the city where Fast Love should be its theme tune and where varying versions of morals (or lack of), beliefs and customs collide in the 48 degree desert heat. So I’ve decided to share my experiences, wonderings and ponderings and general gossip with you all. Those who know me, know I love to talk ;)
I could sit and give a running commentary of my time here so far-it already makes an interesting read. However, I have every confidence that sources of material will not dry up. In fact, things are just about to heat up.
Happy reading. :)
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