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School Rant: #2, #3

October 21, 2007

#2: When I picked my son up from school on Thursday, he told me there was a cockroach in the classroom and that the maid killed it WITH HER HAND. Well isn’t that special?

#3: The same maid, according to my son, has a habit of TAPING UP CHILDREN’ MOUTHS when they’re being loud and obnoxious. Well isn’t that extra special?

Kuwait passed a law recently that requires all teaching assistants to be Kuwaiti. Now, I’ve never seen an assistant in my son’s school with the exception of KG – there was one and she floated from class to class. How can you cram 26+ children into one classroom without an assistant? How can ONE teacher handle THAT MANY students? They can’t. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Apparently, my son’s school assigns a maid to each Reception and 1st Year classroom to help out. In other words, they’re too cheap to hire foreign assistants, nevermind Kuwaitis, and so they hire old sour maids who scream at both students and parents*, kill roaches with their hands and tape up kids’ mouths.

*I showed up early one day to pick my son up from school. It was 50 degrees outside so I went inside and stood next to an Egyptian parent who was also waiting for her son. The maid from her son’s classroom came out and screamed at her, “No parents allowed in the hallway! Go! Go to the waiting room! You cannot stand here!” She screamed at her as if she was a child. I was embarrassed FOR her.

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No More

June 7, 2007

Wanting some sort of a life outside of my home, hell, even ten minutes a day of deflating time (if you’re a parent, you know what I mean), I went in search of a live-in maid at the maid agencies in Hawally and Fahaheel a few months ago. I picked one out, and we waited a month and a half for her arrival. She arrived on a Saturday night and by the following Saturday night, she was gone.

In a nutshell this is what happened: I came home from picking my son up from school on Saturday. I made lunch, fed my children (and the maid) and then asked the maid to go upstairs with the children for ten minutes. Five minutes later, my son came down crying, saying that the maid smacked him on his head with a huge pencil the size of a stick that my husband bought for my son at an airport shop a few years back. The red mark on his forehead told me he wasn’t lying. I also learned that she pulled my two year-old daughter’s hair. When I asked the maid what happened, she naturally denied everything. She said she only took the pencil away from my son because he was writing on a wall. He’s not supposed to write on the wall but we make it very clear with all of our maids that if our children do anything wrong, to come to us and tell us so that we can handle the situation. So yeah, she was gone that night. I told my husband that she was the last woman I would bring into my home because I would not accept anyone hurting my children again. I’m done.

In the ten years that I’ve lived in Kuwait, it’s been one nightmare after another when it comes to housekeepers. My husband and I are not evil employers. Our maids get days off every week, rest periods during the day, free use of our phones and phone cards to call their family back home, all of their necessities are bought and paid for by us, we never yell, we treat them with respect until they disrespect us, they never look after our children for more than half an hour, I do all the laundry and cooking, I help out with the big jobs, there were many nights that they went to bed before we did and we sleep early compared to most other people.

Are most of my waking hours spent cleaning? Yes. I’m a housewife, it’s my job and it’s actually great exercise. Do I freak out when friends call to tell me they’re coming over? Yes, but I would hope that I have the type of friends who wouldn’t judge me if my house isn’t spotless. Are there times during the day that I wish I could have a live-in maid? Yes, many times a day in fact. But then I think of all the trouble they have put me and my family through and decide it’s just not worth it.

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House Trap

January 26, 2007

The Kuwait Real Estate Company employs cheap labor to build their residential homes. Not only cheap but unskilled, unqualified, and most likely uneducated. Their architects (at least the ones who designed their residential homes) need to go back to school or choose another profession.

The reason I haven’t been blogging lately is that a few weeks ago, all of our floor drains on the first floor burped up sewage. How could that happen you ask? Well, The Kuwait Real Estate Company hired someone so completely idiotic that he couldn’t figure out which way the sewage pipes went. Even though they had freaking ARROWS pointing to the right direction. To make a long and utterly gross story short, for the past year and a half, all of our waste has been stagnant and instead of draining out to the septic tank, has been backing up and getting clogged in the main pipe outside. We weren’t aware this was happing until it all came to fruition one day when I had been doing lots of laundry up on the third floor.

Now, the architect who designed our house decided to place a floor drain in the vanity area of off our main living room. When all of our floor drains burped, we had sewage in two bathrooms, kitchen, living room and vanity area.

It took me all day to clean it up. It wasn’t fun. I’m mad. Even though it happened weeks ago, I’m still mad. The guest bathroom still smells funky. The drain in the vanity area still stinks from time to time because it just shouldn’t be there. My father suggested I pour water with a little bleach down there about once a month just to keep things flowing.

My husband and I aren’t rich people. It’s not like we can sell this house and get another one. We have a little money to invest in a smaller place, one of the reasons behind our trip to Italy this summer. (We ended up not investing but I’m still looking via the internet.)

To make matters worse, a man with a long beard bought the house next to ours. I’m hoping he’s going to rent it out to someone else. I’m American, my husband is Shi’a, I like to play my music loudly at times. That’s three strikes against us from those who wear their religion on their faces.

If our floor drains decide to burp up human waste again, I’m going to somehow jar it all up and give the Kuwait Real Estate Company a little visit.

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Got Copyright?

July 18, 2006

Maybe I’m a little bit old fashioned, but it gets on my nerves when I see pictures and even articles taken from legitimate sources and used on personal blogs. Whatever happened to honoring copyrights? If you’re going to steal, at least maybe you could cite the author or photographer who took the time to write the article or take the picture that you simply copied and pasted into your post.

I just had to get that off my chest. I think I’m OK now.