Haaaalllooo Stress eating. I remember you
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Stress people. STRESS!
So on Monday night, just as I was jumping into bed (or sedately climbing in as would be more accurate) my phone started flashing. It was my bestie Angela! Hurrah I love to talk to her. So I mentally shoved my bedtime back a bit and answered the phone.
Bad news. Angela was at the airport, she was heading back to the UK. FOR GOOD! I burst into tears as she told me that when she was made redundant 5 months ago, her and her husband have been worried. Then she received her final payment from her old company and because they have a loan with the bank (they bought their house 4 years ago) the bank immediately froze her account. Just in case she'd decided to withdraw all the money and leave the country. However, it get weird because they then froze her husband's bank account too. Despite the fact that he still has a job and was on a different visa. All I can think is that they put both their names on the mortgage and the banks got scared. So they hang on another month, her desperately going to all interviews possible and keep their fingers crossed that she'll be offered a job asap (then the banks would unfeeze their accounts).
I spoke to her on Thur, everything was fine, she was all set up for a domestic weekend of baking and farmers markets. Now, by Monday something had happened that had scared them so badly they'd sold whatever furniture they could, had rehomed her cats (she wouldn't even move out to Dubai without them, they are her 'children' as she and her hubby don't want little live humans of their own and the fact she did this freaked me out further and made me cry harder) and she'd headed to the airport on Sunday. She's been arrested when she tried to go through passport control. A case had already been raised against them for a bounced cheque the bank didn't tell them about. Cue frantic phonecalls to their friends in the UK who wired them the money and the next morning she was released. Now, instead of waiting a few weeks to sort the house out and follow, her husband was leaving the following night.
I was in shock. I was bawling my eyes out. I couldn't believe that this had happened to my friends. I was angry that Dubai has no bankrupcy laws and such a backwards system that if you do lose your job and you have any loans out here, they freeze your accounts (how are you expected to live exactly?) and the banks wouldn't negotiate with them either. Here, if you can't pay your debts you go to prison until you can. The expectation is that your family and friends will pay to get you out. The reality is that some debts are too high for your family and friends so you sit in jail forever. Or you leave the country before any more cases are raised against you and they stop you. Which is what they've done.
I've been to their house once to gather some things to send to them. Stuff like her clothes and shoes, dvds, books, wedding pictures, valuables ect. I am going to go back this weekend and try and sell the furniture, gather stuff to sell at a flea market and throw other things away. I'm so sad that they had to leave everything they couldn't carry behind them.
As a consequence I had cake for dinner on Tuesday. Nothing else, just 1 piece of fruit cake with icing and 1 and a half fairy cakes. They were delicious. Last night I ate well all day and then had a pudding for dessert. That was not in my plan. On the whole I feel like I'm keeping a reign on my food. I am going to the gym tonight for my second Body Pump class (what the hell is wrong with me? I ached for a week last time! I've only just recovered) and will swim after. As well as going through their house I will try and get some exercise in this weekend too. I don't want to go through all their personal things. It feels wrong but I know the money I make from getting rid of their stuff means I can pay to send the other things I've rescued to them. That makes it worth it.
So that's my week so far. It can only get better right people? Bring on the workout tonight!