View From the apartment
Same view, just looking more down. Everything really is covered in sand.I live and work in the same building. COWI Ajman occupies an office on the first floor and an apartment for three (and maid/cook) on the 20th floor. My commute is 45 seconds down an elevator. SCORE.
I am assigned to a single project, the Al Zorah Development. It is approximately 5 square miles of mixed used development. When its done, it will be a self contained resort / housing / schools / hospital / power plant with 10 marinas and 15 miles of canals for 200,000 people. My responsibility is to take the preliminary design and turn those designs into a complete construction documents package that will contain all of the information the contractor(s) need to construct over 25 miles of seawall, revetments, breakwaters and beaches. This website has more info, in case you're not bored yet: http://www.overseaspropertymall.com/regions/middle-east-property/uae-property/is-ajman-going-to-be-the-next-mini-dubai/
A small portion of the Al Zorah site, we'll develop all the way to buildings in the back of this picture.
I've never seen a general on a battlefield, but I imagine that my project manager is about as close as I'll ever see. He walks into a room and people jump. His air of authority is like nothing I've seen before. Thankfully, I'm on his good side. I'm one of the engineers he asks for help.
The project office is an interesting place. It occupies a 3 bedroom apartment. 15 of us work here. Predominantly, there are Danes and Indians. I am the sole American. The project manager is British. There are also Pakistanis, Chinese and Italians. Work takes place in either English or Danish and everything is published in English.
We have two drivers. The office and apartment share a chinese woman, Tunisa, who works here as a maid and a cook. She cooks three meals a day, as well as delivers coffee or tea to my desk when I arrive in the office and after lunch. She does the laundry too. Not only does she wash the clothes, she irons everything (including my t-shirts) and folds it. After that, she goes as far as putting everything away in the closet neatly for me. We're supposed to leave dishes on the table and everything is served as if in a restaurant.
My room at the apartment.
I currently work from 8 to 5. I eat lunch with a couple westerners in the Office breakroom. Tunisa cooks a hot lunch for everyone. Once I get into the project a bit more, I'll start working longer hours. I have a pakistani drafter to make my drawings for me. After the first couple layouts, we'll go to mass production mode. We estimate that a project this size may have as many as 700 drawings that are 24"x36". He'll help me prepare a package that we'll send to India to do the bulk of the work. Then, he and I will work our way through to make all the necessary corrections.
So thats what I do. But there's still some time to explore on the weekends...
I am assigned to a single project, the Al Zorah Development. It is approximately 5 square miles of mixed used development. When its done, it will be a self contained resort / housing / schools / hospital / power plant with 10 marinas and 15 miles of canals for 200,000 people. My responsibility is to take the preliminary design and turn those designs into a complete construction documents package that will contain all of the information the contractor(s) need to construct over 25 miles of seawall, revetments, breakwaters and beaches. This website has more info, in case you're not bored yet: http://www.
A small portion of the Al Zorah site, we'll develop all the way to buildings in the back of this picture.I've never seen a general on a battlefield, but I imagine that my project manager is about as close as I'll ever see. He walks into a room and people jump. His air of authority is like nothing I've seen before. Thankfully, I'm on his good side. I'm one of the engineers he asks for help.
The project office is an interesting place. It occupies a 3 bedroom apartment. 15 of us work here. Predominantly, there are Danes and Indians. I am the sole American. The project manager is British. There are also Pakistanis, Chinese and Italians. Work takes place in either English or Danish and everything is published in English.
We have two drivers. The office and apartment share a chinese woman, Tunisa, who works here as a maid and a cook. She cooks three meals a day, as well as delivers coffee or tea to my desk when I arrive in the office and after lunch. She does the laundry too. Not only does she wash the clothes, she irons everything (including my t-shirts) and folds it. After that, she goes as far as putting everything away in the closet neatly for me. We're supposed to leave dishes on the table and everything is served as if in a restaurant.
My room at the apartment.
I currently work from 8 to 5. I eat lunch with a couple westerners in the Office breakroom. Tunisa cooks a hot lunch for everyone. Once I get into the project a bit more, I'll start working longer hours. I have a pakistani drafter to make my drawings for me. After the first couple layouts, we'll go to mass production mode. We estimate that a project this size may have as many as 700 drawings that are 24"x36". He'll help me prepare a package that we'll send to India to do the bulk of the work. Then, he and I will work our way through to make all the necessary corrections.
So thats what I do. But there's still some time to explore on the weekends...
1 comment:
i think you had best come home now. we don't want you getting spoiled with a cook, a maid, a laundress(?), and daily hot lunches. your mother taught you to be independent and self-reliant. this woman is undoing everything.
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