What really gets to me is the DUST. Seems like it's been here since January. The last sandstorm started Thursday and only cleared up yesterday. Weather was perfect, headed out to the desert for a nice outing, were supposed to take friends with us that haven't been out for many years and after five hours of preparations and driving all the way there. BOOM. Sandstorm hits. Great. And it wasn't the type of somehow barely tolerable-kind. Nope. It had to be the brain-blasting, bloodstream-invading, eye-quenching, hair-raising type of a hell of a sandstorm.
The house should be cleaned every hourly if you like to have it clear of this nasty ass stuff. The dust is so fine and sneaky it seeps through the apartment building's downstairs door, then sneaks in through our front door, makes its way through the living room door to reach the kitchen door and finally arrives at the cupboard door only to creep inside the freakin sealed (or so I thought) boxes. Can you believe the nerve of this stuff??
I HATE DUST.
No one gives a damn about where they live. Seriously sometimes I think people here just live in pink bubbles floating around, oblivious to the world around them. Who cares if the street outside your house is full of trash? Who cares if there's a river of stinky sewage flowing through your neighborhood from a leaking septic tank and it's causing multiple health and environmental risks to inhabitants? Who cares if there's a pile of crap and rocks outside your window? Who cares if I park my car sideways and take up three reserved spaces? Who cares if the roads are not lit properly causing accidents and who gives a damn if they build a power plant next to your neighborhood?
Answer: NO ONE CARES.
You know like customer service?
Why is it impossible to find good customer service here? You would think with all this money and having hundreds of employees in one store that there would be at LEAST one person who knows something. But no. That's just too much to ask for. And how about when you want to return something and they give you just a plastic card instead of money back? And then you go all the way to the other shop it works in only to realize they FORGOT to charge it. That is like someone handing you an empty cardboard box when you thought you were in fact purchasing a coffee machine. And then when you go back to show them their mistake you are not allowed to even return the EMPTY BOX.
Answer: They would fire these incompetent rude idiots.
That reminds me.
I was trying to bake some Finnish cinnamon rolls also known as pulla the other day for a visit. We didn't have milk. But only in Saudi does this become a huge logistical issue. Obviously I'm not allowed to drive. Not even going to start on that one. Second, there's no supermarkets nearby I could walk to. Third, people don't walk anywhere, not even a 30 meters distance can be done without a car so there's no sidewalks or safe areas to walk on, IF I had somewhere to walk to. Fourth, I don't have a driver so I need to sit at home like a duck waiting for my husband to bring the milk after work. But he forgot and had to go somewhere else.
SO now what? Pulla needs to be ready in few hours. My husband has genius idea, he orders the milk from the small store and the Indian moped dude brings it over to me. Problem #5. I have no cash. Husband says it's not an issue.
Ok so dude arrives at door. I open and see the milk on the ground in front of me. I confirm with him that they agreed husband will stop by later to pay for the milk. He had a sudden change of mind. No ma'm BIG problem! I say no problem! This goes on for a while. I start feeling desperate and decide to snatch the milk from the ground. As I reach for it he tries to take it from my hands which should be a huge no-no here, to touch a woman like that.
I panic and slam the door closed. OOPS. I just sort of stole milk. Meanwhile the dude goes crazy, bangs on the door, shouts and rings the doorbell for at least half an hour. For SIX riyals. He could be a psychopath killer and I have just set him off. Imagine the headlines: Finnish woman killed In Saudi over milk bottle.
I start baking and realize that just because they don't allow women to drive I just had to go through this crap. How utterly ridiculous.
Why are we not allowed to drive again? Why are women forced to be nearly killed rather than drive to the supermarket, HUH???
How about professionalism then? Unheard of mostly. Ever heard of Handy Manny? In Saudi they are called Handless Headless Mannies. No skills, no training, no English OR Arabic language skills, no respect for others stuff, no common sense whatsoever.Take a look at these pics:
Did you blast it with dynamite?
Can someone pass me the rifle?
Have you not painted a freakin wall before? You're supposed to remove the nails and smooth out the holes, not paint around them! If you're painting in a room full of furniture at least cover it or better yet take it to the nearby empty room! Don't use furniture to climb and stand on and don't scratch it! Don't you have your own freakin ladder or something? And for the love of God don't place the dirty items on the sofa when you're done! Did you think it was placed there for your convenience! I bet you took a nap on it too! When you're done clean up and air the room!
Ugh. And then last but not least. Saudi postal services. What freakin SERVICES? Took you two months to send a couple of freakin postcards by EXPRESS mail to Finland. WAY TO GO. Yeah, I know why. You're too busy sampling all the chocolates and other candies and reading through the women's magazines on your sugar high. I bet you took those ripped off pages from my health magazine home.
And btw the last item you STOLE was not real gold you chocolate monster. It's kids play money. You thought I wouldn't know my sister sent me three bags instead of two? WRONG.
I hope you almost choked on the Finnish salty licorice when you thought it's chocolate. Next time at least get rid of the evidence and throw away the empty wrappers.
And look what you missed from my latest package!
That is all for now folks. Excuse my language. I'm off to bed.