This little story is from an email I sent home in Sep 2009.
I usually start to toss and turn between 0600-0730 because I need to go to the restroom due to all the water I drink to stay hydrated. Not to be graphic but if you don’t drink a lot of water your urine is orange here….I am not kidding. I finally drag myself out of bed at 0730 because I no longer can stand it and I go to the restroom. Sadly urine is orange…I think I’ll drown or be up all night if I drank as much water as I needed here to be the right color in the morning. So after my little jaunt to the bathroom I toss and turn until about 0830-0900. I finally start dozing with very strange dreams. The last dream I had before truly waking up was being in France and following a route that strangely enough went through people’s homes. I had to move their unmentionables out of the way if we wanted to get through. Then we made it to a really beautiful beach and went swimming in the clearest water…ahhh water again. (A side note: I think the undies reference comes from two co-workers who I caught last night washing their clothes, to include their underwear, together…a guy and girl. I find it somewhat creepy that they are doing this especially since he is married…not to her. WTF over?) *After deployment note: He left his wife for her after he went home so my initial reaction to the underwear washing was correct.
I wake up around 1000 with a sinus headache and fluid in my ear. The air is killing my sinuses here. I lay in bed for a couple of hours and watch a crazy French movie on dudes that leave their families to become dancers like Gene Kelly. What is it with France today?
I finally leave my room to do laundry, if available, around 1130. If not I get on the internet. I use this time to catch up on writing emails and such and look at houses for sale…my new porn. I then go back to my room and either fiddle with art, read, and watch Deadwood (loves it). I don’t have the energy to do much else.
By 1430 I am usually in the mood to head downstairs and poke my head in the team room. Thankfully I don’t normally have to do anything on Sun except maybe 1 hours worth of work. That could change but I will enjoy it while I can.
Occasionally I will go to the Haji shops on base and look around but alas they don’t really have anything to buy. I just go through the motions of shopping for something to do.
By dinner time we head on over to the embassy. I go there every Sunday to get a semi decent meal. (A side note: We think the USG reduced the budget for food here and got rid of the old contract and brought in a new one–on our base not the Embassy of course. They dressed up the chow hall with plants to make it pretty but the food is worse, if you can believe that, then before. They reduced portions and even reduced the size of the take away boxes (half the size of pretty shallow). Funny thing is that if you try to take two boxes the contractors make you swipe your card twice so they can charge the govt for two meals. None of us are eating 30.00 worth of food and if we take two boxes they charge 60.00 to the govt. 30.00 is how much we heard the govt is being charge for each person.)
After dinner I hide in my room for a little bit more and then I head down to MWR around 2030 (8:30 PM for civilians) to do karaoke. I am now singing Pretenders, Alanis Morrisette, Go Gos, Bow Wow Wow, and Sonny and Cher. I’m slowly expanding my repertoire.
I head back to my room around 2200 and try to fall asleep. It doesn’t always work.
For Labor Day we get to sleep a 30 minutes more, we don’t have to be at the morning meeting until 0900 rather then 0830…gosh that is generous of them.
Repeat next Sunday.