Inshallah means "If Allah wills it" or "God willing." It's one of those phases you hate to hear here. It's just a way for people to pass on responsibility for getting things done. "It'll get done tomorrow is Allah wills it." My response in my head, "No, it'll get done if you get off your lazy butt and take care of it" while smiling and saying "ok!" So in the process of getting my bank account set up, waiting for my debit card, waiting for my check book, getting my visa, getting my insurance card, renting a house, etc., etc., etc., I have heard this phrase over and over again. I'm starting to think Allah must not like me because things are always slow and never on time. Hmmm...
I bought a car. Got a good deal from a guy that was moving back to the States and getting desperate to sell. 2008 Durango (I know, I know, it's a Dodge. Not too proud of that) but it's AWD, 70k miles, 5.7L Hemi, and I got it for 10,000. The guy is kinda weird, but has a cute little family, including a 2 week old.
So, I got the apartment last Thursday. Yay! My friend Luke just left a few days ago to go to the states, and left me his truck so I could move my stuff from the place I'm in to my new place. I got one of the priests from the branch, well, the only priest, to help me move things.
Hot. Allah was suppose to have my contract back from Al Ain city yesterday. They have to verify my family status for me to occupy the apartment. Hence the authentication process before we came of marriage certificate and birth certificates. Anyway, Allah still hasn't willed that I get the contract, so I don't power or water on yet. It's about 115 degrees lately, so it's hot in the concrete building putting beds and such together that I have bought. Hopefully tomorrow we'll get power on. Hopefully. Inshallah.
On a happy note, my shipment from TX got here this afternoon. They showed up and unloaded everything, Each box/package was numbered and I had to check them off on a list as they brought them in. All 67 of them. Everything made it! One glass and one plate broke. Everything else seems to be ok. They unpacked it all and took away all the boxes and trash.
Just as I start putting a few things away, my phone rings. It's the guy I bought the car from. I figured it something to do with the car, right? Well, he says he just got a message from the taxi place that he scheduled to take him to the airport in Abu Dhabi. They didn't have a taxi available anymore. "Hey, do you think you could give us a ride to the airport?" I tried to get myself to say no, but I just couldn't. Poor guy was supposed to leave already, headed back to the US, and was obviously desperate if he was calling me. Anyway, long story short, my neighbor Cynthia called me while I was in route to their place (25 min across town) and knew I was exhausted from the day and everything, and she offered to drive them for me. Had to take my car to fit everything, but at least I didn't have to go. It was already 6:30 pm and it's 90 min to the airport. What a day.
Tomorrow my couches are supposed to be delivered. If I can get power, water, and internet, I'll be pretty much set! I'll send some pictures of the place when I get things settled a bit.
Best news of all, if you're still reading this novel, I bought tickets for Allison and the girls! They will be leaving next Wednesday the 13th. Yay!! We were supposed to fly business class, but the company recently stopped doing that. Too bad. But, since I'm still in my probation period, they won't pay for tickets for my family. They reimburse me after my probation period. The total for the 3 tickets in coach was about $2800. The cost for business class on the same flight was $28,000! I wouldn't be able to afford that anyway to be reimbursed later. I can see why they stopped doing business class.
I love you all.
The end.