Registration

I thought I was on Dubai Time...but it seems more like Fiji Time !!!!

So its re-register the car time. Wot to do. Feeling slightly anxious, you know girls dont get much intellectual attention here so maybe i shouldnt be doing this mans job..and oh yea remember nothing in this counrty is in my name ...so hey...what am i doing in a vehicle unregistered by a whole month and its not even mine......!!!!!.....wait for Darren..wait for Darren...OK not impressed I didnt do it myself...but too anixous..OK. Head off to Rego place..Servo..where to go..hmmm. OK go to this window. OK need ticket and drive through to garage for inspection. leave car and go wait with all the men..not one other woman in sight. OK. Ticket no. comes up to go to counter. Failed! Have slight indent in frnt side panel.

(Yea. another accident in car...two months ago..parked under school in garage..everyone always parks you in and then you can wait up to 1.5 hr for them to come and move..so decide to navigate way out with help of security guard....keep coming...keep coming. bang..sorry was that the column u hit.....sorry ....yep...Security guard has a little laugh.....oh well. only small indent in panel ..will get it fixed later.)

OK . Go chat to car inspector. First guy said yep i would have passed it..next guy, who did it says you must have it fix before registration. but this doesnt effect the operation of the car..NO car in excellent working condition...but must be fixed. Speak to supervisor..you people have lots of money get it fixed.. but.. sorry it doesnt look good on our roads...but.. oh do you have police report..but i hit a pole backing out, what does this have to do with police...U need report, u must go back to where it happened call police. bring report..i see what i can do when you come back....

OK.. on my own again. early morning. sitting outside the school. rang police...hmm. no residency..no man to help..no support..very anxious..thinking about wot its like inside womens prison .. if they have one...maybe I'd have to go in with the men...betcha no tellies or swimming pools in these prisons.....hmmm..driving unregistered car. which is not mine. no residency only on tourist visa (can only drive hire car if on tourist visa) ..no cover at all...wot will they say...

Flag down police car going past. very nice helpful. have a joke or two...police man tells me maybe i need glasses to see...(you now i do) ... standing in the heat - 42 - looking into large 4wd Police vehicle...trying to speak in bestest broken English... saying nice easy things, heart pounding sweat dripping.. stick head inside car to see paperwork...nice and cold... hmmm. waiting waiting...more paper work....passes me paper...tells me to have a good day..PHEW....

Back to rego dept. Go to inspector, give report...tells me go wait in room, go wait with even more men this time....eyes staring....finally number comes up......yep passed now.......sent to insurance section...I have my own insurance...sent to typing pool to have invoice typed for payment.....Only 1 month insurance left on car, needs to be twelve months...but i will do it at the end of policy...bad luck...must have full twelve month comprehensive insurance or no registration....OK..Leave... have to go to insurance and pay next twelve months......

Drive to other end of Dubai..Twelve months insurance fee in advance thankyou.........pay mine and while im there pay Darrens..........drive back to rego dept (Check boys OK at home)

Ok back to typing pool.....is this your vehicle ...ummmmm ... no......oh whose is it...husband...looks into my eyes....OK No problems i will help you !!!!!!!! Types out doc..pay fee for typing...ok next desk......(the place is now jam packed with men....to the point i cant move).......I think the guy at the desk realises my panick.....do straight to next counter NO.10...but gives me a no. anyway......im no. 6224 and they were currently serving ticket no. 6011...thank you...straight up to counter, pay rego fee.......sent to next couter for rego card.......men packed around counter...try to sqeeze through.....yuk..yuk..yuk......ok at desk....looks at me....tells me to go sit and he will call me..squeeze back thru crowd....everyone looking at me....waiting waiting waiting..........."Derrringng"......."derrrringing"...........young man waiting at counter in amongst all the others...pokes his head out of the crowded area...and says to me...i think this is you.....OH........thankyou...i said.........is this all i have to do...yes saids the man behind the counter...hallas - finished.......

Get in car wipe sweat from my brow and think thank goodness....three quarters way home...ssssshiiiiii !!!!!!! didnt get new sticker for rego plate...at next counter......baddddddd luck...

Get home 2pm............airconditioning problem...a whole other sagga from day before...where i couldnt get anyone in Dubai to come service our aircon......ended up sending email complaint about services........get a call, from customer relations yes we are coming dont go anywhere.......

hmmm friend waiting at pool,,,, boys yelling...gone stir crazy inside, said i would take them to the pool....wait 1.5 hrs. no show...send email...no response... leave go to pool....get call....coming to look at it, come home........but not going to fix it will only tell you if it is an issue from our previous replacement of motor 7 months ago.........coooking tea.......air guys come...Talk with me......Darren takes over...no problems sir we will fix it for you....(the power of men)....so wot next......Darren booked his own car in for service...hmmmm this will be his cars 4th service...mine hasnt had one yet...........Wait for aircon service men to finish in house while Darren drops off car............then have to go and pick him up when aircon guys are finshed.........

Hmmmm, do dishes...........aircon guys go...i head off to get Darren from dropping off his car for service.......ahhhhhhh...finally get home......sit down........8.30pm..

Darren comes down...wheres a clean pair of pants for me for work rrrr!!!!!

...........hmmmmmm I wonder how many emotions i went through this day ????

just another boring day in the life of a housewife in Dubai..........

5weeks until I get to go to work and have a break too.