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I am delighted to report that Husband has returned – only a week late. The excuses get more and more elaborate; I can hardly WAIT to hear what he will come up with next time. To maintain his current form, he will need to introduce an alien abduction or a great lunch queue massacre.

Husband’s UAE residency visa expired before he flew to Dubai. When he applied for a new one, Immigration informed him he was in the country illegally. His expired visa should have been cancelled upon arrival at the airport, and a visit visa issued. So what could he do? Shrug. Nothing to do with them. Although it was, in fact, everything to do with them, since it was Airport Immigration which failed to properly process him.

For a few days, Husband pinged between Immigration Bur Dubai and the airport, getting nowhere very fast – perhaps because he wasn’t allowed go anywhere.

The experience allowed Husband to refine his theory on UAE government department hierarchy, which is: the higher the rank, the better the standard of spoken English and the greater the willingness to assist.

So, inversely correlated to the characteristics of Western style management.


Comments on: "Great lunch queue massacre" (2)

  1. Bravo!
    Beautifully written.

  2. deadlyjelly said:

    Aw, thank you! I struggled with this post and wasn’t entirely satisfied with the outcome, so I’m pleased you liked it.


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