Friday, May 29, 2015

Manic Monday

Six o’clock already.
Sign of the times

I was just in the middle of a dream…

That’s how my day starts. I roll out of bed, stumble to the bathroom for 3S, and then head to the kitchenette for wheaties. Then I get dressed for work, remembering to brush my teeth before tying my tie.

I live on the top floor of a tower block, so I take the lift about 37 floors to ground, emerge from the building, cross the road, and head up six floors to my office.

Six forty-five, and I start to drive my desk, my computer, and push paper around. This is the frustrating bit. Everything I write is in some way inadequate, unacceptable, incomplete, or just plain wrong. It all gets submitted to the Circumlocution Office, where teams of incompetents find ingenious ways to pick fault. If possible, and it’s always very possible indeed, the required document changes are in direct contradiction to requirements of other Departments in the said Circumlocution Office. After three weeks, my submittal will be back on my desk for rewriting. Again.

Now, because it's impossible to build anything without client consent, and client consent is patently Not Coming In Doha, MamSir, the lack of construction progress rapidly becomes my fault, as it is only I who write these reports.

He works from nine to five, and then…

By around 6pm I have generally had enough, so I head down six floors, cross the road, and ascend 37 floors to my tiny, expensive concrete cube in the sky. I get changed, cook a meal, wash up, and stare at a screen until about 9pm. Then bed.

I repeat this six times a week.

And that’s my life. It is destroying me.



Gnomad said...

Haraminal, beer and venting are available at any time at ours, come along any time you wish

Anonymous said...

Set yourself a retirement date, publish it and stick to it. Having that to aim for kept me sane (relative term) for my last few years in Qatar.

Keep your chin up !!


Grumpy Goat said...

One day at a time. My next target involves the end of July and the Avon Ring.

Anonymous said...

Little chance of meeting up, I'm afraid. We will be at the north end of the Macclesfield with two grandsons on board.


Martín said...

following your path, Mr Goat, following your path.
Big clouds of change (loads of it, in fact) on the horizon.
Stay tuned. I know you can get Mr Google Translate tell you my secrets.

kate Mose said...

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