|01 Jan 2009|
|The days are rapidly slipping away as we count down to departure. Still so much to do and some new frustrations at that. The good news is that I have my tax clearance. The bad news is that we have to go in physically to the airline's offices in Johannesburg to collect a paper airticket for baby. For some or other weird reason, they don't issue e-tickets like ours for infants. Er ... do they really think we have time for this??? i wonder what the reason is for this most inconvenient rule. I tried to ask them if the ticket could be couriered to us and they said 'no' - the only way we can get baby's ticket is to personally collect it from them. You can't even collect it from the airport on departure day.|
Today was the day (31 Dec) I was finally ready to get myself off to the bank to organise some foreign exchange and of course, with us emigrating at this time of the year in the height of the silly season, we are out of synch with the rest of the world. We are steaming ahead full throttle and everyone else is in holiday mood. All the foreign exchange people (in TWO banks) had done a duck and had already left the office for the day. Argh! So there's another delay and we are cutting things fine.
Another MAJOR irritation in my life at present is Nashua Mobile. I've been trying to get rid of them for months (long, boring, exceedingly painful story). I finally got to the point where I gave them an instruction to cancel my contract mobile phone with effect midnight tonight. I gave them more than one calendar month's notice in writing at a branch office and believe it or not, when I called today just to check that the cancellation was lined up and they tell me they have no cancellation instruction on record. I freaked and of course no one has called back as promised. Such inexcusable incompetence is not what I need right now. I hope to goodness I can find my copy of the wretched cancellation document and will give them hell on Friday.
Time to chill and join the new year festivities. Nothing more can be done until Friday. Tomorrow is a write off in terms of packing and sorting as we have about 20 guests arriving for lunch (eep). I guess that means I am going to be up late getting a bit of a reign on the chaos. part of me can't wait for this next bit (pre-departure) to be over as this sheer slog in preparation for departure is hectic.
Happy new year everyone! I hope 2009 is a year in which you are all blessed with all the good things in life.
|15 Dec 2008|
|Hubby has just over a week left at work. This is quite a momentous thing for him as he has worked for the same company for over 19 years and his university studies were sponsored by them too making their association even longer. I'd say they got good value out of those engineering degree fees (and it was so cheap in those days). |
Some people may be jealous that we have gotten into Oz so easily and sponsored at that, but let me tell you, hubby has earned his stripes. I'm mildly jealous professionally as no one wants South African lawyers in the same way they want South African engineers! Working in heavy industry is no laughing matter. Besides needing highly specialised knowledge, the working conditions are extreme and dangerous. I mean, it is not exactly like selling houses or anything. I worked for the same company for a few years pre-baby and only had to go into the industrial plants after there had been a fatality (took some getting used to having a drawer in the office especially for employee fatalities) and I am big enough to admit that I am way too much of a wimp to work in such harsh working conditions. Heat, fumes, confined spaces, toxic gases, fine dust, dangerous heights, molten metal splashes, heavy objects dropping from heights, falling off cranes, explosions ... you name it. My biggest delight was walking into my boss' office the day after I discovered I was pregnant and proudly announcing that I would not be going into the plant that day as I was preggers. That announcement was met with stunned silence but there was no way I was going to put my little foetus (then only the size of a grain of rice) at risk. The toxic chemical plant I was scheduled to visit that day is so noisy that it can cause permanent hearing loss in seconds if you don't put your ear protection in properly. Not my cup of tea.
It will be great having hubby out of that dreadful environment. He has had to evacuate his office twice in recent times due to carbon monoxide leaks ... and we are not talking car exhaust size CO emissions but industrial size. I once had to take people from the Department of Environment, etc on a site tour. One black guy was very hostile towards me. Eventually he piped up, 'so you think this is a nice place?' expecting an answer in the affirmative. I told him it was a dreadful place and I was horrified and felt guilty that I was bring a baby into the world in this part of the planet. Well, that was a sure icebreaker and he smiled broadly at my reply.
The biggest risk at hubby's new job is getting run over by one of those monster trucks. That actually happened to someone the week before his visit.
I decided to tackle my junk in the storeroom yesterday and was horrified by the extent of it all. I've extracted quite a few boxes of pottery blanks I will give away today to the bead shop lady. She is going to teach me how to do a Russian spiral weave using seed beads. I absolutely have to learn how to do this before I leave. I'm delighted to see that TOHO beads abound on eBay Oz.
I then need to go the car dealer and have some serious discussions about dumping my car. I have to get the timing right as I don't want to have to pay another instalment at the end of the month. A sister-on-law apparently wants my car but I have decided that I simply cannot handle the transaction and chasing up at this stage of the game so if she wants it, the dealer will have her name. They only charge you R5000 if you dump your car with them with a buyer in hand.
I then want to see if the hardware shop will take my unfitted burglar bars for my city pad I just sold back without a slip. Would be insane taking a bunch of burglar bars to the outback!
So much to do so I'd better get cracking.