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...
