A little over half way through through the job here now and man I am getting SO FUCKING DEPRESSED!!!
I travel between a hotel room and a training centre just 500 mtrs away but I have a vehicle pick me up with an armed escort. I can’t go out like a normal person because it really isn’t safe. When I’m not at work I stare at the same four walls of my hotel room and wish my life away. The TV service is crap and the internet service even worse. I’m even running out of books.
My reward for all of this? A client who can’t even be arsed to sign my timesheet and expenses in a timely manner so that I can even get paid. It seems that being paid is an optional extra as far as they’re concerned.
In fairness, the ordinary people here, the hotel staff and the guys from PIA are great. I just wish I could say the same for the arseholes back in the UK. I’m hanging on because at nearly 58 years old and working in such a specialised field I’m going to find alternate work somewhat more difficult to come by and if I can make it to the end of this job then maybe it won’t matter.
But I’m getting close to walking away.
