Well we went off to vote in the village school this morning. What a performance. The system could not be simpler, but waiting in the queue to go into the voting room and watching the antics of the villagers was comical to say the least. You'd think it was the most difficult thing in the world for people to cope with.
Elderly women refusing to enter without their husbands..the officials not allowing it...the shouting and waving of arms as a result. These women are so used to their husbands thinking for them, making all their decisions, that they can't cope with thinking for themselves. One woman accidentally knocking a whole pile of voting papers from the official's tables, bending down to pick them up, then having to get assistance to help her up. The official wasn't happy, but the one on the door was laughing hysterically (and so I'm afraid were we..not at the woman I hasten to add, but at the reactions of the officials).
Others, spoiling voting papers and having to get replacements. Posting envelopes in the wrong ballot boxes, in spite of being told which one to use (there were two..one for district candidates and one for the muhtar).
It was all so easy. I was in and out within minutes, but wouldn't have missed the entertainment for the world. I was tempted to hang around a bit longer...it beats spending time on Facebook!
Anyway...jobs. Mr A went over to Kusadasi the week before last, to see a man who owns several hotels and wanted someone to sell the hamam experience in one of them. It really isn't the kind of job that Mr A wants to do again, but needs must, and it would have been immediate start. The job was offered...no salary...just 5% commission on sales. We know only too well what this means. 18 hour days, 7 days a week, just to survive. Apart from having paid for petrol for him to do the round trip, we would need to find the money for him to return, and then a week later for him to come back home for today's voting. He decided against it.
I recently mentioned a carpet centre not far from the industrial estate where we feed the dogs. The job didn't materialise because plans for anticipated groups of tourists hadn't been finalised, and there was no guarantee of a job for Mr A.
Two days ago he had a phone call from the owner of the carpet centre, offering him the job. Groups have now been booked, and Mr A is to start work on 1st May. You all know how I tend not to believe any of this until it actually happens, but it seems genuine, because he had to produce lots of paperwork, including blood tests and medical check-up, etc. He managed to do all this the same day. Went to the centre, handed over to the boss, and hands were shaken on it.
So he has a month to spare. He has now decided to drive over to Kusadasi early tomorrow morning and work in the hamam for a month. We're not sure he will earn much, but anything is better than nothing. At least he is provided with accommodation and food, which keeps our costs down. And it gives him something to do before starting his proper job.
In the meantime, our street dog feeding programme will continue. The café owner at the industrial estate, who adopted one of the pups, has agreed to feed the other dogs every other day. We have left him sacks of food to do this. If he has a problem, or he is not going to be there, he will let us know, in which case I will catch the village dolmus up to the estate and do the feeding myself.
The teahouse owner (another man who adopted one of the pups) will feed the village dogs in the meantime. I am not so certain he is as reliable as the estate man, but it won't be too difficult for me to check on what he is doing.
Once Mr A starts his job on 1st May, he will pass the industrial estate on his way to work so will resume the feeding himself.
Now I just have to get through this month with my nine furry friends, and try not to get too stressed about being on my own once again, and worrying about whether all this will work out. Roll on 1st May when hopefully I'll be able to relax....fingers crossed!