Dubai — the month of September

Man, Dubai has been a blur of narcotics and pain.

In the form of Tramal and ACL surgery.

I came back to Dubai on the 1st of September (time flies!). I had anticipated just walking onto the surgeon’s table to get it over and done with, but due to insurance delays and my Papa wanting to be there for my surgery, it was scheduled for the 22nd.

The first week back in Dubai consisted of me finding kids to teach. I’ve probably called and e-mailed around 40–45 parents; selling myself over the phone. I felt like a cocky shit listing off my CV like that, but it was the only way. Success! I currently have 4 students, and 2 students pending.

I tutor around 2 hours a day, and make a killing out of it. Pretty damn pleased — considering that I make double the amount in a month working 10 hour weeks compared to my internship with PwC in December which entails full working hours.

I tutor an evil child named Musa. His mum and dad don’t speak one fucking word of English. (WAT) So I communicate with his dad in mediocre Arabic and his mum in mediocre Mandarin. I have other students too who I’ll describe later…since this is the first post, and I continuously get side-tracked by EVERYTHING (SQUIRREL!), perhaps I should just cover the basics.

Week 2 was catching up with family and giving my room an entire overhaul. Changed the carpets, the curtains and Ikea shopped 2x by myself. All in preparation for the cage that would be my room as I sit here whilst my friends are flouncing around the beach.

OK, no, I will not sit in self-pity.

ACL surgery was a nightmare. Dubai hospitals — just no. I’ve talked about it enough so I won’t go into too much depth, but ultimately, the nurses don’t know fuck all and I seemed to have received more advice from Dr. Google.

That’s pretty much September condensed!

PS — I titled this blog Sarsoori because otherwise it’d be something lame and derpy like DIMSUM IN DUBAI or CHINARATI TRAVELS. So, I went for something simple that could describe me — what better than my name?

I was called Sarsoori throughout my childhood by Arabic friends. Yeah, okay, it was mostly because it was the only domain name available, and what? ☺