I know that the last couple of times I went to Qatar I said that it was the last time I had to go, but I seriously think that this is the last time I’ll have to go.
Well. Maybe. The long-term plan has changed again, so they might need to send me out again in 6 months or so. But I seriously think that this is the last time I’ll have to do what I’m doing this time and if we’re doing something new next time, they have half a dozen people to choose from who have never done this something new before.
Went over to Dman’s for dinner and wrestling and I called over his son and we took the globe down from a bookcase and we traced out where Colorado was, pointed where his Aunt lives on the east coast, and then spun the globe and found Qatar on a map and then spun it back to Colorado. “Wow! That’s a long way!”, he said. I admit to thinking the same thing as I’d never traced out on a globe where Qatar is. Holy cow, you’re spinning that globe for a *LONG* time.
But the schtick is the same: go out to breakfast with Maribou, get to the airport by noon, get on a plane to Denver, get on a plane to Germany, get on a plane to Qatar. Arrive at, like, 10PM and take an hour to get the car and drive to the hotel, get in the room at 11:30 at night, shower, pass out, wake up at 7ish and be mostly acclimated to the new time zone. Then you work a whole bunch of 12s, because you’re an intervert who works with introverts, take a day off in the middle to do laundry and hit the souk, work another whole bunch of 12s, get on a plane to Germany, get on a plane to Denver, get on a plane back home… get home around 8ish, take a shower, collapse into bed… and wake up at 3AM. Staring at the ceiling. No chance of falling back asleep.
Anyway, so this weekend will be spent tackling the honeydew list. Primarily involving getting the car its 60K checkup and then hitting the various stores and making sure that Maribou has enough dry goods to only have to go to the grocery store for perishables while I’m gone.
Two weeks of being a road warrior and driving like Mad Max. Then, I hope, a year of not even thinking about the airport. Because, quite honestly, this should be the last time I have to go out to Qatar.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)