I am an official Qatari resident now!

So, today I finally received my Qatari residency permit. Andrew was particularly stressed and excited about it. I was not quite so worried, as the consequence of my visa expiring....– not such a problem. S o here’s the list of requirements - blood type tests, chest x-rays (where 100s of women, predominantly housemaids plucked from villages in the Philippines and India knowing barely a word of English or Arabic , were lined up with me waiting for their name to be screamed out –with no idea what was going on), finger printing (???not sure why any of these are necessary and interestingly our blood test types are not the same from 4 years ago anyway???). This residency process required several aborted and repeated trips to each venue because: opening hours randomly changed (very common here), the national computer system was down, (also very common because of censorship), it was prayer time (this happens a lot), we needed to go and get a stamp from the office across town before we came (of course the office across town does not know this and sent us back to our original destination), you must pay another fee, blah blah blah. We were one of the lucky ones as apparently this process (ordeal) can take a lot longer. But a Qatari colleague to whom we are very grateful had a friend or cousin at nearly every venue which helped immensely, so he kindly escorted me to each place. Although, mostly the places were women only so he had to wait outside with the other men in the heat. My first trip with him I had just arrived a week earlier and I didn’t have a mobile, even know where I was or who I could call and I walked out of the women’s only building to a sea of white men in robes and I was searching for a man named Abdullah wearing a white thobe. Unfortunately, I am not very observant and since you are not supposed to look a person of the opposite sex directly I had not really taken much notice of what he looked like. But apparently in this crowd I am easy to spot. So we were finished and nearly there but when we went to pick up our documents they said we had to start the process all again including pay the fees again because there was an error. Very annoying especially since we had already pointed out that my surname had been left off and my middle name was misspelt but we had been told “no problem, no problem or my favourite saying “this is not a problem” – which usually means it is a BIG problem but no one can be bothered trying to fix it. Anyway, thanks very much to Abdullah I have my visa under a different name. But no one seems to mind. This means I can now officially drive these crazy roads with my license from 2006. Help!