Soon-to-be-Qatari

Good news. After hours of paperwork (thank you, FS), a medical exam, two blood tests, an x-ray and extensive fingerprinting, it appears that I will obtain my Qatari ID some time next week. This piece of plastic will enable me to:

- apply for a driver's license and therefore drive (= goodbye local taxis, good riddiance!); Louise will be in a car-seat. Amen.

- job hunt

- exist?

Dave, as my official sponsor, will be held responsible for my actions and conduct. Not that I plan to dance around one of the thousand round-abouts in my birthday suit, but still, an interesting concept. As my spouse, he also gets to sign my cell phone contract, the rental agreement of our home, our electricity and water subscription, our phone and internet line agreement. He will - at some point in time - need to write me a letter, authorizing me to seek employment (can't wait to pen that one). He will need to officially grant me the right to leave the country. Cherry on the cake, if he so wishes, he can set up a "spending alarm" at the bank, where he receives a text message on his cell phone each time I spend over a certain amount of money.

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