Zidane fi kulli makan!
Went to watch France-Portugal on the rooftop of the Marriott last night...why didn't we discover this place sooner??? I've never seen anything like it before, really. It's a huge rooftop bar/restaurant with a giant screen and televisions scattered throughout. Plenty of comfortable couches staggered in a pseudo-stadium layout for lounging and stuffing your face with hot wings, quesadillas and the like. Definitive ex-pat/tourist/wealthy Egyptian little luxury. It made watching France school the pants off little Portugal all the sweeter.
It's the end of the week again and I am so, so, so, so glad. Blake went to the embassy today to apply for a new passport but they told him to come back because his photos were not exactly 2"x2" square. I tried to get the mandatory UNESCO form 250 (Curriculum Vitae) to apply for a job (after wandering all over Garden City trying to remember how to find the damn office), but apparently the person in charge of such things is not available today, prompting the receptionist to tell me the one thing you don't ever want to hear from someone who has something you want: "Please call me in two hours."
Translated, that roughly means: "Call me in two hours, at which point I will probably tell you that the person in charge is still not in yet so can you please call back again in another hour? I will probably be out to lunch when you call again. When, two hours later, I come back, and if I answer the phone then, I will probably tell you that you need to fill out form XYZ which you must pick up in person but will not be available til next week, probably the day after the deadline for submitting your application for this position. Which, oh, come to think of it, we have already filled."
I don't know why I keep thinking that I will somehow be able to hold a "respectable" job in an international organization when I know full well that my tolerance for anything remotely bureaucratic is negative one gazillion. I have the patience of a crack addict in withdrawal when it comes to this sort of thing. Not so helpful.
It's the end of the week again and I am so, so, so, so glad. Blake went to the embassy today to apply for a new passport but they told him to come back because his photos were not exactly 2"x2" square. I tried to get the mandatory UNESCO form 250 (Curriculum Vitae) to apply for a job (after wandering all over Garden City trying to remember how to find the damn office), but apparently the person in charge of such things is not available today, prompting the receptionist to tell me the one thing you don't ever want to hear from someone who has something you want: "Please call me in two hours."
Translated, that roughly means: "Call me in two hours, at which point I will probably tell you that the person in charge is still not in yet so can you please call back again in another hour? I will probably be out to lunch when you call again. When, two hours later, I come back, and if I answer the phone then, I will probably tell you that you need to fill out form XYZ which you must pick up in person but will not be available til next week, probably the day after the deadline for submitting your application for this position. Which, oh, come to think of it, we have already filled."
I don't know why I keep thinking that I will somehow be able to hold a "respectable" job in an international organization when I know full well that my tolerance for anything remotely bureaucratic is negative one gazillion. I have the patience of a crack addict in withdrawal when it comes to this sort of thing. Not so helpful.
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