No Fun

The Stooges wrote a great song you've probably never heard in your life a year before I was born.

"No fun to be alone, walking by myself..."

That's the way it's going here.  I don't say that for pity, that's just my plane right now.  Work, off, workout, sleep, work.  I'll let you know when something fun happens.

Catching you up on my life...

Hey hey to the people that read this blog.  My life isn't that exciting or tough here.  I've just been busy running around at work and doing work related things and running the corniche and working out.

Grande Starbucks Americano and 3 Doors Down "It's Not my Time".  A winning combination!

 It's just become frustrating trying to figure out my exit date from this joint.  One person tells me it's in early June, another tells me August.  I kinda want it to be August, not because I love it here or anything, but it makes me more money and gets me closer to tax-free status which I intend to spend in Calabria.

I have no idea.  Stone Christmas tree?  Not likely here...

Yes, Marilee, they have your makeup here!

It really hasn't been that exciting around here.  I wish I had a ton of crap to write.  I just don't.  I've learned the importance of malls, though.  Air conditioning.  That's all.

So today after about a 2.85 mile run, I came back to Aba Zabba and cooled down, showered, and got dressed in light clothing and went for another walk with my Umbro backpack and my iphone with headphones plugged in listening to Spotify.

Didn't realize how far I had really walked until I got to Abu Dhabi Mall.  That's one big horkin' mall!  I found a ethernet over power set with wireless on one end so that I could have all of my wireless crap set up in my room and didn't have to worry about the thick concrete walls stopping the signal.  It works wonderfully!

The biggest pisser was the treatment we got at our own embassy.  I was already disappointed with the election outcome, and getting treated like shit by a third country national at my own embassy was the cherry on the f'in whip cream.  In my own words:  Well, you can click on the video and hear me rant.

Hamdan Street

Hey,

Just got done on a long walk down Hamdan Street.  I now know several things:

1.  My bank is about two blocks on foot.

2.  I know where the Spinney's liquor store is (but since I'm not getting a license, whatever).

3.  I can get to Starbucks with a little walking.

4.  If you don't mind being soaked in your own sweat from humidity, you can reach Abu Dhabi Mall.

Last Week

Come on, Toshi!

Wow.  Busy week, man.  As most of you know, I was sick two days out of a four-day work week.  That would normally be cool, but there is nothing to do around here when you're sick.  TV is shit.  Radio is boring pop crap.  And when you've found the end of the internet...well those of you who have made that sad discovery know what I'm talking about.

So I worked the last day of the week.  Half of that was spent gloriously out of the office setting up my overseas bank account.  Still can't get my ATM card to work, but since it's a Friday (Muslim Sunday), I can't get to a bank.  I'll fix it tomorrow.

All you CAN eat.  They force feed you the rest...

Went for sushi at Toshi, a restaurant in a posh hotel.  About $50 for all of the booze, sushi, and teppan-yaki you can hold.  Had a few beers and went to the hotel English pub (they all have at least one).  Had a beer there and convinced them we needed to head for home and get some sleep.  All love saying what a "sausage fest" it is in the clubs around here.  What did they expect?  Girls tops flying off at 10?  It's the UAE, not Vegas.

Today I had a late lunch with our deputy.  I was enlightened about things to say the least. 

Another "British" pub...

That's it.  Ran, worked out, and slept and went to work.  If they'd just put a damn Starbucks closer, I'd be there all of the time.