Category Archives: Diary Of A Single Girl In Beirut

FACT: Nice Girls Finish Last In The Workplace

It seems to me a woman has two choices at the workplace nowadays. And very narrow ones mind you. Either she’s eager and enthusiastic, at the risk of being perhaps somewhat of a pushover. Or she can choose to have her defences up at all times, turn her attitude meter on high and set herself up as unapproachable. I don’t like to generalize- although I often do. And I’m very well aware of the prejudices that come along with categorizing people, although it often helps me put things into perspective.

Roula and Heba both work at the same interior design firm. They started out at roughly the same time and hold the exact same position-hierarchly speaking. Roula has always been eager to please while Heba’s known around the office for harbouring some attitude. Since their boss would rather avoid than confront, last minute requests usually land on Roula’s desk, that means more late hours for Roula while Heba gets to bounce early each day. Now in a just world, Roula would get the nod from management while Heba would be perceived as the underperformer. In a just world.

Unfortunately for Roula, she was always expected to do more, so when she wouldn’t deliver something mind-blowing the boss would let her have it. On the other hand, when Heba would demonstrate more enthusiasm and present something above mediocre, her work would be applauded. At the end of the year both Roula and Heba got equal pay raises. Although this sounds like an isolated incident- it actually isn’t. Many women resort to being “difficult” in order to survive at work. What do you think, do nice girls finish last?

Disclaimer: Although similar incidents can occur with men at the workplace, that’s an entire different ball game that I will get into at a later time, the fact of the matter is, men have it easier in the workplace, especially in Lebanon. Big statement- but I can back it up.
 

Lebanon Is Not Ibiza

Lebanon’s reputation as the party hotspot preceeds it. But that status can quickly shift into an uncivilised not-so-hot mess in mere moments. I say this because almost twice a year (summers and winters) a bunch of friends,  acquaintances and tourists visit Beirut and when they do they bring along the most vibrant colourful skimpy borderline burlesque-ish outfits you may ever see in downtown Beirut at midday. I don’t even want to try to explain to you what wardrobe misdemeanours go down come night time. I may come off as quite the conservative here. Trust me, I’m not. But at times my lovely gal pals have made Lady GaGa look shy ( alright maybe Britney), you get the picture.

Of course I end up taking them to all my regular spots, restaurants and nightclubs. Since they’re on vacation mode, they drink twice as much, flirt with all the waiters (who have now become my buddies) and end up committing crimes on that dance floor. Yup, they get to do all that and perhaps even yell-out something snarky at one of the regulars (whom I just can’t stand and  to which I’ve resorted to simple death looks throughout the years) and guess what, a couple of days later, they get to hop on a plane and leave. No one will remember them or what they did, oh no, it’s me that will have to bear the shame when I once again have to face the bartender who got harassed for “heavier” drinks. I could swear my concierge almost winked at me the other day, and who blames him he’s seen my girlfriends come back every night in the wee hours of the morning all last week.

I’m not complaining I say this with much love, but this isn’t Cancun or Vegas, although it may come off as the alternative for those living in less “loose” societies in the Middle East, I’m not sure I want my favourite city in the world to be recognized for simply the chaos it entails. Or am I getting too old for this shiz?

 

The Crazy Girlfriend- A Series of Disturbing Events

You don’t always get to pick who you  hang out with. Sometimes the people who get regular starring roles in your life, are imposed on you. Introducing

It’s a gamble, you can hit the jackpot and get a sister-from- another-mister or you can go home a big loser and end up with the craziest coconut on the tree.

The Die Harder

The girl will do anything to impress, even if it requires a 180 degree personality swap, but hey her eye’s on the prize. Somehow she’s also decided to make her life an open book to you, in her head you are now counterparts and naturally  must tell each other EVERYTHING. Then comes the excessive emotional baggage, when all you really wanted to do is have a drink. When she’s had one too many shots, premature love declarations and tears follow, usually leading up to a forced hug and hek if you drown yourself in enough booze to get you through the session you may even throw in a motivational speech. She’s set on forcing you to participate in her public affection displays and she’s permanently changed your name to “habibeh or hayeteh.”

 When she’s gotten slightly more comfortable with her man, you’ll begin to notice creepy behavioural switches, she’s suddenly subscribed to your favourite clothing brand, her hair is beginning to resemble yours and she’s even picked up some of your jokes, songs and dance moves. You’re flattered naturally, slightly annoyed but namely flattered. She guilts you into spending one-on-one time with her and just when you start putting your guard down, the bad mouthing follows, always taken out of context, always coming back to bite you right in the ass. This sick puppy has put you on a pedestal so high the only way for her to ever feel better about herself now would be to take you down.

And so it begins… stay tuned

My Best Friend’s Girlfriends

My male best friend loves the ladies. He’s a dog and he knows it. He sees nothing wrong with trying to get with as many girls as he can. Just to be clear, they’re all more than happy to comply.

Of course he’ll meet the “occasional one” which he’ll momentary picture a future with, and then snap right back into reality as soon as she says or makes one move towards that future path. He enjoys calling all of the girls “wifey” or “marteh” and to be fair they love it too- yes even after only two weeks of dating. Then  he’ll proceed to leave them, either by text or phone or by simply fading out of their lives. Charming I tell you.

Here’s where I come into the picture. I’m a girls’ girl. And usually I end up getting along with most of them, except for a few psychos, but we can leave those stories for a different post ;)

It’s so hard for me to let go sometimes. I end up forming strong bonds with these women, we become close and before you know it we’re practically BFFs. When I finally pat myself on the back for ensuring my best man found the perfect girl, he decides to move on to the next one. The worst part, he expects me to drop them as fast as he did.

I try to reason with him, but he says my loyalty should lie with him and only him. Yes my friends, the average Lebanese man is VERY territorial even when he isn’t your boyfriend. So I told him I’m not gonna stop hanging out with her and he  felt betrayed.  I’m putting my foot down, I am no longer gonna meet any of  his girls until he is 100% sure she’s a keeper. He thinks I’m being irrational. I think I’m minimizing drama. What do you think?

Lebanese Woman Murdered In Jounieh

I’ve been deeply disturbed by the story of the young woman who was found dead in the area of Sahel Alma in Jounieh yesterday. Miriam al-Ashqar, 28, was last seen by her family Monday as she made her way to a monastery she regularly visits. The details are shady but some outlets are reporting that her body was found in the woods Tuesday with inherent evidence of abuse and rape, details of which I would rather not get into. All evidence led back to the foriegn janitor that works at the monastery who is now in custody. Rumors have also been circulating about the possible involvement of two other men in the murder who are still at large. Everyone seems to have something to say about this murder and suddenly many people seem to be distant relatives of the victim. It’s understandable how people are shocked by this horrific murder as incidents like this are really not that regular in Lebanon, I just wish everyone would take it easy on the conspiracy theories and leave it to the investigators on the case. I hope this man is brought to justice and gets what he deserves and I urge all women in the area and others to be extra careful and cautious in all their whereabouts. My deepest condolences go out to the Ashqar family for their big loss.

The Story of A Street Walker in Beirut

Tamara lived with her parents and 5 brothers and sisters in a two-bedroom broken down apartment in one of Beirut’s not-too-glamorous neighborhoods.  She never gave much importance to school and ended up dropping out of her last year. She got a full-time job at a local clothing store called “Silka” close to home and felt content with the 650,000LL she made a month. Every day she would quarrel with her father and brothers before she stepped out of the house. She insisted on wearing her skimpy flashy outfits .Her parents always knew that would bring her the “wrong” kind of attention.

It surely did. She fell in love with Rani who she met in the store one day. For a month after work he’d pick her up in his Black Range Rover work and they’d drive down to his place where they’d spend the rest of the night.

After a couple of months, Tamara began experiencing symptoms and found out she was pregnant.  She was devastated. Two months along she knew her secret would soon be out. She confronted Rani and asked him to marry her. He refused. He said he would help her pay for an abortion but that would be as far as their relationship would go. Although she was against the procedure she knew she had no choice but to go through with it. Rani took her to some shady doctor in an area she’s never been to before and the job was done.

The next week Tamara fainted at work. Her temperature had skyrocketed when her supervisor found her and rushed her to the hospital. Turns out she had caught a nasty infection following the “procedure.” Nurses whispered about her as they tended to her. She could see the judgment in everyone’s eyes as they discussed her “case.”  Her parents were informed but no one showed up, not even her mother. She was told she was no longer welcome at home. When she tried to call Rani, his phone was no longer in use.

Tamara checked out of the hospital with a 225,000LL pending bill and nowhere to go to. She walked and walked until a car stopped on the side of the road. A man offered her money and some food if she would get in the car. She was too exhausted to resist.

Tamara now walks the streets for a living. Life had not given her many options and even if it had, she wasn’t prepared enough to recognize them.

No Such Thing As Nice Guys?

Lama, a friend of a friend of mine started seeing this guy she kept running into at the bank; he seemed like a really nice normal guy, except for one weird quirk about him, he was a pervert undercover.  Everything was going so great between them until the moment she saw his bedroom, there were pictures of sexy girls on his wall leaving nothing to the imagination. Even a 15 year old would think it was a little over the top. Lama just couldn’t move past it and that was most definitely the mood killer of their time together.

The next day she couldn’t get herself to pick up his call. She had to get some opinions. Most of the girls she asked agreed that it was super-weird except for some guys who thought it was pretty pimp. At 29 isn’t it a little strange to have made a swimsuit calendar the prevailing theme in your bedroom or am I just lucky to have never to come across one of those kind of guys…?

A Good Enough Reason To Break Up With Him

Not all Lebanese girls are looking to marry the first guy they hook up with. But guys these days truly believe that behind that cool exterior, every girl in the bar is on the hunt for a solitaire. Of course eventually we are all looking to settle, the key word here is eventually, surely that is not the first thing that comes to our minds when a good looking guy offers to buy us a drink. I say this because lately I’ve noticed that men are really flattering themselves. Some guys claim all girls have a  marital hidden agenda.

Sally has dated many guys but not in a town bicycle kind of way, she has a great reputation, she’s a hard worker and a genuinely nice person. She thinks perhaps she’s too picky, I think she’s just setting good standards for herself- she knows what she wants. Most of her boyfriends have met her parents. Her parents don’t necessarily view them as boyfriends, but rather as friends of Sally, so really it’s not a big deal at all for her to bring them home.

She’s been dating Mark for a couple of months now. Her parents were throwing a Sunday get together in their Zgharta mountain house for some of their close friends and family. Sally invited Mark to come along. As soon as the words left her mouth his face began to change into all sorts of colors. He then blurted out the words that any girl dreads to hear

“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon for me to meet your parents?”

“It’s just a Sunday lunch.”

“ Ya, Sally I know, but I don’t want you or your parents to get the wrong idea

“And what idea could that be?”

“You know, that this is serious or something”

She broke up with him right there and then. Here’s the thing, Sally really didn’t know where her relationship with Mark was going and she wasn’t even trying to find out. But the fact he bluntly said there was no future for them made her feel like she was just wasting her time. Making plans to wed a man after a couple of months is surely hasty, but knowing that a man you’re dating doesn’t even consider you in his future is a big slap to any girls ego. Maybe I’m biased but I think Mark had it coming. Do you agree?

Will You Be My Second Wife?

My former colleague Diana met her boyfriend Hadi on the street. No really, she did.  He then chased her down in his car and begged her for her number. Her first impulse was to run away from this stalker but she took one look at his face and was smitten. She stopped at the side of the road and they exchanged numbers. One date led to another and before you know it they’ve been dating for 6 months. They have no mutual friends, both lived on different sides of the country, and although she felt it was right when they were together- something was seriously off.

Hadi was only available during the day. Come afternoon, his cell turns off; he never even calls her for an evening chat. He says it’s because he lives with his parents and doesn’t have much privacy. Did I mention he’s 30!  Each time she tried to question him, he managed  to charm his way out.  Hadi clearly had a secret.

He did indeed. My friend Lara and I were walking about in ABC Ashrafieh  last month when we spotted Hadi with a lady, pushing around a baby in a stroller. We couldn’t believe our eyes. I bb’ed Diana, she tried calling him but he didn’t pick up. Hadi was married!

She confronted him with the news, and he confessed. But he also said that they’re on the “verge” of divorce and are trying to keep things civil for the baby’s sake. Worst part of it all, Diana bought into it again. She says she “loves” him and is willing to stick it out.  He even convinced her to stop seeing us since we’re just “jealous” of what they have.

Little birdie told me this morning that Diana’s been shopping around for a Chanel-esque white suit for her Katb IKtab. Hadi may not be getting divorced but that didn’t stop him from making an honest woman out of Diana. Diana doesn’t know this, yet but one day Hadi will let yet another woman pass that intersection…

International Retailers In Lebanon Should Train Employees Better

Funny how some employees in Lebanon can turn international super-retailers like Zara into local establishments simply through the way they carry themselves and choose to conduct business. I was at Zara Home in Beirut Souks on Tuesday night. I walked up to the check-out counter and asked a sales lady (who turned out to be the store manager) a question about a candlestick holder. I was amidst asking my question when the store phone started to ring. Without a warning or excusing herself, she picked it up and began assisting a customer with an inquiry. So I stood dumbfounded at her behavior and waited patiently until she finished her conversation. When she hung up she walked away from me and began barking orders at another sales assistant about another item. I walked right up to her and said:

“Excuse me, I was asking you a question before you picked up the phone and cut me off, are you not interested in helping me?”

“Yes yes I am but I have to check on something else first.”

“But I was asking you to inquire for ME about something first”

“ Ya, ya I just want to see if what you want is in stock.”

“But you don’t even know what it is exactly I want!”

So she barks another order at the sales assistant and tells her to show me the catalogue so I can show her exactly what I want. At that point, she walks away once again and tends to another shopper asking her sweetly if she requires any assistance.

You might be thinking, alright maybe Ivy was rude. I wasn’t, in fact, I was very polite and even spoke softly when I inquired at first. So what exactly prompted her blunt dismissal to a VERY good and regular customer? ( Mind you, she never followed up with me to see if I had gotten what I came for.)

Whatever the reasons, this person doesn’t work at 3amo Samir’s local furniture store; she works at one of the largest international retailer groups in the world, and is required to practice the basic minimum international standard of customer service and appropriate client interaction. I get that I’m not at Chanel; I don’t expect the red carpet treatment, but a customer should be able to ask for assistance without having a bad experience.  I would think perhaps Zara doesn’t care but they’ve been stapling “Feedback” cards to all shopping bags lately, but that could just be a decision from HQ and the local managers couldn’t care less.  Has anyone else been experiencing similar incidents?