So what’s a G to do? Seven months on and despite various promises I now find myself back to square one - bored with nothing to do. Literally nothing to do. No work. I am just a token honkey being paid handsomely for doing very little. I honestly don’t believe this is a cynical move on their part but rather a sign of chronic disorganisation plus a smattering of racism in so far that colleagues between my big boss and the poor workers, in other words middle-management, are so inept that they fear somebody,black white or Chinese, that knows what they are doing to such an extent that it makes them look bad. That, plus the fact the Chinese love a honky so immediately my Cantonese colleagues are already one-nil down before kick-off.
As I wrote all those months ago I’ll sit here a take the wedge but it is fucking difficult sitting staring at a screen for 8 hours running down the clock until 6pm. Before life wasn’t that bad as I had my little routine and was based in an ace part of town but since Easter my office has relocated to some shithole outside of the central districts. This means there is nothing for whitey to do during lunchtimes or after work other than get the fuck outta dodge. The streets are lined with ”restaurants” selling all manner of dirty food which, try as you might, you wouldn’t want to eat in because a) the food is shit – trust me it is despite the best attempts to go native b) the food is dirty and stinks – it does and c) they cannot understand a fucking word you are saying (not their fault) and give you the look last seen being flashed at C3PO by the barmen of Mos Eisley. No droids. So you can wander around the shops but they sell tat and when a quick breeze around the main shopping district leaves you feeling awkward (yes more staring) and bored (nothing to buy) so you sit in your office hiding.Really worth moving around the world for. Good move. Stay tuned for my next masterstroke.