Tomorrow is Bu Merdas’ birthday. He doesn’t celebrate birthdays. I have tried to change this through a cleaver Desert Girl marketing campaign. I bought him 2 books on falcons from Amazon – which thankfully arrived on time; and some sexy cologne (the new Polo stuff – yummmm).
Too bad that I’m probably not going to be with him on his birthday because he has managed to piss me off yet again. “I forgot my phone in the desert” - my ass. That line so lame that even I wouldn’t use it.
I’m sending the birthday gifts to him via my driver at work: Impersonal when you send a driver. I’m sure he’ll get my point. He only lives 10 minutes from my office. I only wish that we had a gay driver at work. I would send him....
We went to Kabd again this weekend with the girls. Very nice weather under the moon. A “cute little blonde mouse” (as The Romanian said) ran into the diwaniya. I don’t understand why SOME grown men can tolerate cockroaches, but see a mouse and they go apeshit. Why is that? I see a cockroach and I’m clinging to the ceiling fan (which, as we all know, is only a cleaver holding device for stiletto heels during times of high passion).
Oh, here is something fascinating (speaking of stilettos): There is a blonde woman who works on the 1st floor at The International Clinic. I have seen her there many times; usually wearing something low-cut, short and slutty with a white doctor's coat over it - open; her hair is loose (Jessica Simpson style); she's got an ankle tatoo; and she wears (kid you not because I KNOW heel-height), 4 inch stiletto heels every time I see her. I went in to see my doctor yesterday and I asked the nurse who she was. Get this - she's NOT a doctor; she's a beautician! She helps the dermatologist with procedures (me guesses laser hair removal). What is THAT all about? It doesn't really instill great credibility in the real medical staff when the impression is that she is Dr. Slutty. Looks like she could be on the set of a porno. Nasty Nurses or something like that.
By the by: Mowasat's service is sucking bigtime (you make the connection should you choose to do so from the last paragraph). I have complained several times about their horrible service. They have taken the information desk on the ground floor away. Now, you have to walk up to whatever floor your doctor is on and find a receptionist. Most times, there IS no receptionist and no sign directing you to another area (40 fils per copy dudes, figure it out). When you get to the other receptionist, he/she is so overworked and underpaid that they don't even look up at you. I was going to my dermatologist and the receptionist just wanted my insurance card. I don't like to give it to them because it means that you are paying. then, they don't know how many patients are in line in front of you; how long the wait is, etc. I waited for a doctor there for 2 hours one time before walking out - and they couldn't credit my insurance card. This time, the nasty receptionist answered "I don't know" to every single one of my questions (without eye contact or even looking up at me). I gave up and went downstairs to the Patient Relations department where after much bitching and yelling, I got a supervisor to go upstairs with me. They finally told me that my doctor was on vacation for a week. HOW frickin long were they planning to let me sit there???? The PR supervisor could only giggle nervously. No wonder all the expats are in the International Clinic. Wonder how much of THAT private insurance money is financing IC and not Mowasat's expansion.
I went to Buffalo's Cafe for dinner last night. If you haven't been there in a while - DON'T GO BACK. I got sick before I even left there. My "Freedom Fries" were undercooked and soggy, my medium-rare hamburger was not cooked AT ALL. Waitress dudette forgot my salad. My friend's shrimp penne was terrible: they dumped a whole container of salt into it and the shrimp were so overcooked that they were chewy. I couldn't even bring the stuff home for Desert Dawg - she would have gotten sick. Other customers sent their food back every few minutes. The service wasn't better: 400 Filipinos standing around talking to each other rather than actually serving the customers. Oh - and there were kids there that screamed and screamed in the play area and none of the management asked any of them to stop. Kids ran throughout the dining room without their shoes on. It went on for an hour.
I’m so totally bored right now that even complaining isn't giving me my usual thrill. I want to go downstairs to the yummy kebab place for lunch, but the operations manager that I flirt with isn’t in Kuwait. It just isn’t any fun without him there.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I'm bored!!!!