So today I was supposed to have the aforementioned interview at eleven o’clock in the morning, which is practically daybreak by Egyptian standards. And of course my in-laws, since its the summer vacation for the children, had us all up until three in the morning the night before so I woke up a bit groggy. We finally got moving and by a miracle were actually able to get through Cairo traffic and arrive on time.
Silly me thinking Egyptians ever care about being on time.
I arrived at the school only to find that the woman I was supposed to be meeting with was still in the office with the Headmaster so I sat down to wait.
Forty minutes passed of my valiantly attempting to stay awake before I gave into inevitability and fell asleep against the armrest of the offensively ostentatious Louis IVX loveseat, which happened to be as tall as my head so it made a convenient place to lean against as if I were merely resting and not actually fast asleep. I think I was only out for about fifteen minutes and once I woke myself up I still had yet another round of waiting left to do.
I called her, she cancelled my call. I asked the receptionist, her answer was “maalesh.” And I waited. People went back and forth, important looking people went in and out of the office I was waiting to be admitted into but my name was not called nor was I apprised of any ongoing situations. For all I knew she didn’t even remember that she had made a meeting with me and I was waiting in vain. Finally after an hour and a half I called her once more and she answered with a cool and collected “oh, where are you?” as if I had not been waiting there for all that time. She came upstairs, where I was still sitting on the Louis IVX knock-off, and lo and behold she was one of the important-looking people who had been coming in and out of the office the whole time I was sitting there. So, the receptionist with her ‘maalesh’ couldn’t even point me out and the woman I was meeting didn’t try to make sure I was there.
Then, just to add insult to injury, as I thought I was about to have the meeting I had originally trekked all the way to Zamalak for, she turns to me with a self-depreciating smile and says, “I’m so sorry, I’m very busy today, could we postpone until tomorrow?”
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I could say more but I’m just not going to waste anymore of my time.