12. Bad day!

Ok, so I know that after writing this blog all of you who didn't want me to come to Kabul (Wida, Mom, Aaroon, and everyone else who secretly thought I was making the worst decision of my life) will have a field day. I woke up to no hot water, AGAIN. This is now day 4 that the Guesthouse staff can't/won't/aren't fixing the water situation in my bathroom. I resorted to boiling water in my tea kettle and mixing it with the ice cold water trickling out of the tap to wash my face with in the morning...This is what I used to do the very first week I arrived in Kabul 10 years ago! Is it too much to ask for to just get some hot water? I'll even settle for lukewarm at this point. 

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, "room service" knocked on my door. I think they just wait outside my door and as soon as they hear a noise they just want to serve my breakfast and get it over with. Obviously, they haven't understood yet that I'm not a morning person and try as I do, I don't like company in the morning. I don't want to be nice and smile and say thank you. I just want to be left alone until a more godly hour...like say 8, when I've had a cup of coffee and am not in my pajama's. Wait, maybe that's why they want to serve my breakfast at 7 am. Anyhow, I opened the door to be served 2 pieces of cold white toast with a white creamy glob on a saucer. THAT'S IT. Nothing else. I have no idea what the white glob was and I wasn't in the mood to start a conversation with the guy who would mostly like give me a long lecture on what the white glob is. I just need some coffee! I guess that's what I get for complaining that the eggs they normally serve me turn into icicles by the time they arrive to my room. For that matter, everything I eat in this country is cold. I miss hot food. 

I finally made it to work, where all I've done all day is WAIT. The words URGENT, ASAP, NOW, PLEASE RESPOND, CALL ME, ARE YOU ALIVE OUT THERE mean absolutely nothing to Afghans. I debated resorting to stalking but I don't think that will help much. I have deadlines that I'm going to miss, people telling me things than changing their story, everyone blames each other, no one wants to take responsibility for anything, forget about expecting anyone to have a sense of ownership, and at the end of the day, they stare at me like I'm the psycho. I promised myself I wasn't going to express opinions and make judgements on this blog so before I say much more, I'm gonna go home, crawl under the covers and go to bed. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. And please, for those of you whose names I listed above, please refrain from posting "I told you so...." in the comment section.

No HOT water.