The Accommodation (Part I)

Posted by Abdel Kadz on Sunday, May 31, 2009 with No comments

It was another 30-minute ride to get to my accommodation, my home for the next year, or two years if I feel like finishing my contract (up until this point I am still having thoughts). If you have been following this blog, you would have agreed with me in saying “Alas! Sleep!” Well, I did finally get some minutes’ rest (not sleep sadly), but a displeasing dilemma would be facing me once I get to the camp, and it would go on for at least two weeks.

We got to a building situated in a fairly new strip of Jubail City. I was told that the land where our accommodation now stood was once part of the sea. They just covered it with earth, much like what the Arab Emirates did with their exclusive Palm Islands or The World, albeit this pales in comparison. Because the area is fairly new, there were numerous vacant lots that littered the place and those that happened to be occupied had ongoing construction on them. This is a problem that I see up until this day because we have difficulty buying foodstuff and other things we need on a daily basis. God, how you just miss the luxury you have with the sari-sari stores back home. The location of our accommodation is as yet unheard of that taxis do not even ply the area. But this is not the "displeasing dilemma" I was talking about.

I was brought to my room, on the second level, only to find the door locked. What a way to welcome me to my first day in the Middle East, huh? The security guard did not even have a spare key so they just left me staring blankly at the door. I was to share this room with two nurses, one assigned in the hospital’s ER department and another subcontracted by those massive oil refinery plants as a company nurse. These roommates were currently in their respective shifts so there was nothing to do but wait. Good thing another nurse had the heart to offer his room for the time being so I could have my lunch, change my now sweat-dried clothes, and take a few minutes of rest. The next shift would be starting at 4:00pm with the coaster leaving for the hospital at 3:30pm. So even if I wanted to sleep, I was pressed for time. I laid down on his bed, had the thought of finally working in a foreign country sink in, looked back at my experiences so far, and tried closing my eyes. After a few minutes, it would be off to the hospital to meet new colleagues (who would soon become friends) in the PT department and the I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-you roommate whom I would be seeing in the days to come.

To be continued…