It's our wedding anniversary today. We are confused though. We have worked out the dates and know that we got married in 1999...so that's 14 years. However our marriage book gives the date as 2000, making it 13 years. We are sure it's a mistake on the book. It's not surprising to find such mistakes on official documents here, but it doesn't matter a great deal.
We hardly ever spend our anniversary together. Mr A is usually working away somewhere, or I am on a trip to England. It looked as if it would be the same today. Mr A went over to Kusadasi yesterday for two days work at the carpet shop, so wouldn't have been due back until late tonight.
He's had a few days work there over the past couple of months, on a commission only basis. They also offered him a permanent job to start on 1st May. He has sold carpets. Not a huge amount, but it all helps. He should have been paid weeks ago, but as often happens here, the boss says "I have no money, you'll have to wait".
It has cost us money for him to keep going there, including the extra expense when he had his motorbike accident the last time he was there, and we had to find more money to replace the wrecked bike with a new one. So we are not best pleased.
The boss told him last week that he would pay him this weekend. He didn't. So Mr A refused to stay and work today and came home last night. Whether he will get what is owed to him remains to be seen, but I won't hold my breath. This happens over and over again and it sickens me. He has since phoned the boss and told him he will not be working for him this year. What's the point? There is no guarantee he will be paid his salary.
Mr A set off to the industrial estate on foot to find someone to help, while I sat outside the supermarket, hoping desperately that all the perishable food wouldn't go off before I could get it home.
He returned 20 minutes later. All the workshops were shut, as it's Sunday. He phoned a friend who lives in Milas who has a truck, and he kindly came out about half an hour later to rescue us. He firstly drove Mr A to a mechanic he knows, left him there, and drove me home with all my shopping. What a kind friend.
After sniffing the meat and other fresh produce, and establishing that it was still OK, I loaded up the fridge and started making dinner.
Mr A arrived home an hour or so later with a huge fresh fruit gateau from the pastane and a bottle of
As far as jobs are concerned, Mr A has another option. Our friend Suleyman has rented the hamam in the Gumbet hotel where Mr A worked the year before last, and has asked him to come and work there. . He will stay in personnel accommodation to save on petrol costs, but will come home every night when I'm in England to look after the dogs. It's not ideal, because it's commission only again. The season is shorter than Kusadasi, and Suleyman isn't offering much in the way of commission...but anything is better than nothing.
Unfortunately, he has to go today and settle in as the first guests arrive tomorrow morning, so our day together has been cut short.
Not an ideal day, but at least we spent some of it together...and the sun is shining!