1. I failed in Cardiac Monitoring course- "minor" problems in interpreting EKG's.. and my specialty is cardiac..
2. I had to modify my profile and "relocate" in London as my blog had somehow turned into an Arabic one. Dhahran is my hometown for the time being, but who knows how long.
3. I wish to study Animal psychology.
4. I love Starbucks Cafe Latte :)
5. I am dyslexic with numbers, letters, reading, writing, typing.
6. I like horror movies- Saw III rocks!!!!
7. I dance Bhangra at home and my iPod is full of Bhangra too
8. I am addicted to Facebook
Enough? More to come, for sure, sometime between this week, next year.. or maybe never, depends on if I feel like confessing.
Two days ago I decided to buy a TV. Well, the one I have is a giant, weighs more than I can imagine- four men were needed to lift it up on the table, where it was ever since been sitting. The new TV is a flat screen, modern, Sony, and I could carry on and on praising the latest purchase.. But I'll spare you from it. The new TV was such a bulky item that I asked the Carrefour guys for home delivery, and no problem there. 11am delivery time was set for the following day. 1.5 hours later I am still waiting and waiting, when the phone call arrives. The delivery guys want me to come and meet them at the main gate. No, chance, I ask them to ask the "gatekeepers" for instructions how to get to my place. Half an hour later (this trip from the main gate to my house takes usually no longer than 10-15 min) the guys turn up, but I still have to meet them at the parking. So I go, see my new TV for the first time (albeit in a box), but I like what I see and can't wait.. The guys carry it in, one of them a sort of well-dressed driver and another smaller one creepy looking wearing yellow overalls. Surprise surprise, they have no tools with them to open the box. I fetch the scissors for them. Communication is a challenge as they do not seem to understand a word of English, and my Arabic ain't that good. With a combination of sign language, Arabic and English and few grunts the guys finally manage to fish the TV out of the box and on to the table.
As far as I am concerned, that's it, well done.
The one with smart looking shirt makes a move toward the front door, the yellow man however stands in front of me and for once I have the pleasure of being taller than he is.. and I am not tall, 5"4 without heels.. He asks for money! Excuse me! No money. No thanks, not for this sort of service. First of all they were late. Then they have no tools or knowledge of how to connect the satellite receiver. Besides, I paid for the TV and everything else I bought, so I ain't going to give a single dime to these guys. Call me greedy and selfish, even knowing they do not get paid much, I still would not budge. Instead I politely said Thank You, ask them to leave and eventually they do. No money, no fun. Yep, they probably thought I was a millionaire for being able to purchase such a "big" TV..
Would I pay for service that once again sucks.. Nope.
Where to complain if I find that internet service provider provides crap non-existent service..? Possibly because I am still stuck with the 19th century dial-up connection. It took me 15 minutes to get this posting page open, even then I keep on getting 'Problem loading page' messages and yee haa have I not seen more than enough of those messages today.. It is as if the service provider/weblog or both of them anticipate me writing and WHINING about the snail-speed internet connection? I mean who has the time ihis century to wait for one freakin page to open for 15 minutes?
I miss the old Talk Talk broadband back in England, even though it too had its challenging days, and on those days my neighbor's old-fashioned dial-up connection was working just fine. What to make of all this..?
Well, we all live the way we live, guests adapt or simply piss off.. which is something I am seriously contemplating. Return to the civilized world for the last time. All the signs, arrows, roads are pointing that way so perhaps I will finally take the hint, pack my bags and disappear in to the crowd.. and find a place I can call home.
