Friday, June 15, 2012

Black Heart Inertia

Who would have thought that debating with the local country radio station back home would make for my most interesting daily activity?  Alas, such is the case, and I'm not sure a clear-cut winner will emerge from this conversation about whether or not Miley Cyrus should be considered a country artist.  God, I must be bored...

Careful eyes will have noticed I said "back home" and as I sit at this hotel's outdoor restaurant drinking a $3 can of Coke, back home is the only place I want to be.  Instead, I'm enjoying (if you can call it that) a complimentary trip to Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates courtesy of my employers.  What I'm doing here, I do not know.  I've been on site for over a week and have yet to do anything even resembling what we call "work."  I can't help but feel like my time is being wasted, after I've seen the first 9 days of a 21 day assignment pass by with nothing to show for them.  Add to that the fact that the next two are also non-working days, and I guess it goes without saying that I'm a little frustrated.

I could use this space to recount the adventures I've gone on since my last entry, but that would take far too long.  Suffice it to say that I've been busy; I went on a different job in a different location every other week from the beginning of September to the end of January, including a two-week trip to South America, plus whatever the hell else I've done since the winter.  I used to be so good at remembering it all, but I guess everything starts to run together after long enough.  Instead, I'll just sit here and try to clear my head of whatever it is that seems to be weighing on me. 

Honestly, I don't even know where to begin.  It's not that I have a lot of troubles in life; I really don't.  I suppose it's just the undeniably large amount of time I've spent on my own lately, not only on this assignment but at home also.  It's difficult maintaining morale when you seem to have opposite life schedules as your best friend and girlfriend.  Generally speaking, when I'm home, they're not, and vice versa.  There's no one to blame for it.  That's just the way things have been working out.  It's rough though, when the only verbal activity I have is when ordering food with a waiter or debating with the GPS about whether or not that's a roundabout or she's an just an idiot. 

I can confidently say that something here needs to change, or I'm going to go nuts from boredom.  I'm just not exactly sure where there's room for change, unfortunately.  I've never been the type to go out and explore on my own.  Activities that are normally enjoyed with company, I struggle to partake alone.  Hell, I have a hard enough time sitting in a restaurant by myself.  And when things like simply riding the elevator to the observation deck of the Burj Khalifa cost $100, I don't see myself finding any enjoyment here anytime soon.  Damn the oil-rich nations of the world.

For now, I suppose I'll just sit back and enjoy a calming mix of uncategorizable music that the hotel has playing.  Whatever it is, it sure as hell isn't country...