Riyadh dusts off winter, shows signs of early summer

I was merely a 10 day-old newbie in Riyadh when the desert city sampled us with this:

The above footage reminds me of the scene from the Brendan Fraser and Rachelle Weisz mummy movie where a sandstorm with Imhotep's face pursued a plane. Some people say this one on the 10th of March 2009 is one of the worst of its kind. It's quite cinematic how the Faisaliah Tower went out of sight as it got engulfed with fine sand. If this was how it looked like from above, it was a worse situation down on the streets where vehicles were forced to either stop or move at a speed way slower than the Riyadh drivers are accustomed to (if you've had the chance to drive on the city streets, you'll know what I mean).

This morning, when I stepped out and found a lightly dusted sky and felt my nose uncomfortably twitching, I knew what I was in for. I'm just thankful that at least the visibility is better than the previous days and it's nowhere near what we had 2 years ago. Sandstorms are usually an indication that the climate is changing. So I guess it's time to raid the closet and change wardrobes.

This is King Abdullah Road today on our way to the office.

   

Random bouts of nostalgia

My body clock recognized its cue; the unmistakable chatter of the Pakistani and Indian employees of a nearby bakery and the sound of service van engines revving up for its early morning drive meant it was past 3am, which also means I ought to be sleeping soon. This isn’t the first time this happened. Once again, they are already up while I, on the other hand, am still up.

I started tossing papers, booklets and other official-looking documents (stuff I was rummaging through) into a box and then, look at what I found:

     

I sort of bolted awake from my groggy-looking self as nostalgic thoughts washed over me. Had it really been three years??! It seemed only a few pushes of the rewind button and I should be back to my recruiting and writing days with this team.

Five months is a relatively short time to get to know people well, but then again, there are people I’ve known for more than ten years and they still manage to surprise me sometimes. So don’t jump at me if I try to claim that I feel like I’ve known these people for a long while. Blame it on the mostly happy memories I’ve had with them. This team fished me out of my comfort zone of being a call center employee to actually handling responsibilities that I loved and challenged me more. I still remember that day I woke up seeing a few missed calls from an unregistered number and upon dialing back, found out that it was from a software company? At that time, all I said to myself was “What could a software company possibly want with me?”. I was nowhere near being a computer whiz. All my questions were answered when I came for an interview and eventually accepted a job offer. And the rest would be half year’s worth of daily chronicles of HR fun, stress, and other exploits.

I am hopeful, that once my vacation details aren’t as unpredictable as the weather here in Riyadh, I’d be able to fly home and check one of the boxes on my to-do list while I’m there:  Meet-up with Lawson HR team!

The King is back!

The Saudi king is back after three months of absence; he was in the US for a surgery which went successful and later in Morocco to recover. Today he arrives in Riyadh and evidently, this city sure knows how to throw a royal welcome. A few days ago, the fountain and the roundabout fronting the Riyadh Airbase gates were decorated with flags and lights (too Christmas-y if I may say). Most of the main streets have been adorned with welcome banners, some buildings are sporting portraits of the king, and flagpoles sprouted out from every major street corner so the Saudi flag flapped nicely.

This afternoon, I got a bit claustrophobic from too many people in the office and decided to step out a bit. This scene, along with a breeze carrying sand and dust, greeted me:

This is the situation in King Abdullah (formerly Prince Abdullah) Road, named after the former when he was still crown prince.

I pray that this is over before work hours end, otherwise, I’m in for a long drive home. I’m a bit worried that Saudis have cranked their festive mood a few notches higher than usual, which more or less means they’d be in their cars racing through the streets or, in this case, inching their way forward with loud music blasting from their car stereos. It’s not the most evil thing in the world but no offense my Saudi friends, you are known to be notorious on the streets. :D Oh well, at least that’s not as awkward as being instructed to hand out roses to random people on the streets like I’ve read from a fellow expat’s story.

In line with this, Crown Prince Sultan has declared this coming Saturday (Feb.26) an official holiday for all ministries, government departments, schools and universities all over the Kingdom. Good for you, employees of the public and government sector. I, on the other hand, would still have to wake up as early as usual for belonging to a private commercial office. There are about a few rumors spreading in line with King Abdullah’s arrival - that overstaying OFW prisoners in Saudi jails will be sent home and existing loans made by Saudi nationals will be cleared (sounds good!) and that a Saudi Revolution is brewing (un-oh, not so good) is just a few of them. Oh, and let’s not forget that Sheraton Riyadh Hotel is offering 50% discount off the rates on all their rooms until Friday (this one’s 100% true). Why? Because the king is back. That’s that!

For the love of country… err, Jollibee

I’m not one of those who have an inner dilemma of loyalty between McDonald’s and Jollibee (or any other competing fast food chain for that matter). I just eat whatever I have a craving for. So when I heard the news about a newly opened Jollibee (the only one there is in Riyadh so far) in Batha, I automatically made a mental note to pay it a visit. I was in it for getting a taste of home; I imagined myself biting into a Chickenjoy that would transport me via Nostalgia Express into a familiar place that I had known since childhood.

We decided to go on the 2nd day after the opening. The 20-minute drive to the place was the easy part. When we reached Jollibee, the ground floor of the building housing the store was packed with Filipinos waiting to enter the restaurant. There were families with their kids excited to see the happy bee in red, white and yellow. And since all establishments here in Saudi Arabia are divided into the bachelors and family sections, we all had to wait as the guard alternately called for people from both sections to come in.

When we finally managed to squeeze ourselves in to the dining area, I thought I was just minutes away from munching on Pinoy-style crispy chicken. Boy, was I wrong! I stood in line for almost 2 hours.

    

I was doing OK when I took my pick from one of the 2 queues to the cashier at around 8pm, but by time it was finally my turn to order at the counter by 10pm (I’m not kidding), I heaved a big sigh of relief and just blurted out what my grumbling stomach commanded me to.

Some Riyals and 20 minutes of homeward driving later, this is what we feasted on at the dinner table. What we stood 2 hours in line for was gone in less than 10 minutes. It was definitely all worth it.

       

                     

This really isn’t about patronizing a particular brand. It is more about getting the feel of home in a foreign land. And wow, it rhymes, too!

Insomnia and I: a nightly affair

IN SO MaNy InelAborate reasons (yep, that’s me trying to emphasize a subject), I am awake while the rest of the world sleeps. The universe has decided that the Earth, while revolving around the sun, should spin on it’s axis, thus, allowing for half of the world to bask under the sun while the other half walks under the moonlight . I’m not trying to change that. I’m not even trying to change nor complain about the fact that it’s already 5am and I’m still awake. What’s to change or complain for? Nobody forced this on me. Is this even really insomnia? They define it as “a sleeping disorder that causes one to have difficulty falling or staying asleep.” I don’t believe I fall under that category. I am awake because I choose to be. I choose to extend my waking hours so I can do the things that I have planned for the day, and it just so happens that the Sun and I do not agree on when his shift should start and end.

Yes, this could be me. Only instead of lying in bed, I’d be up and about even at this time. In fact, I actually find myself more productive in whatever I decide to do within the so-called unholy hours. I am temporarily relieved of unwanted phone calls and noise distraction and rewarded with uninterrupted thinking with only the constant ticking of the clocks and the hum of the air conditioning units in the background to keep me company. So there, I don’t feel so alone at all.