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So, predictably, here we are at the final melting down of the Bahrain office. Something remarkable needs to happen to keep this thing going. Firstly it’s Ramadan here. What’s Ramadan like? Well it’s not a grim as I had initially feared. Firstly and most importantly, the working hours are reduced as the locals are now zoned out thanks to their starvation. We work six hour days which is awesome as you can go home early. The streets are empty in the day and everything is chilled out. Of course you cannot eat, drink, smoke or chew gum but it’s not too arduous. Local staff are not exactly full of energy at the best of times so watching them slow down even further is not exactly a jolt. Besides, what is there to do? Zero. That’s what. As I posted last week we need new projects and we need them now. We are not getting them and we won’t get anything of any substance until next year I am guessing. The situation is as serious as cancer.

Today was a weird day. Nothing of any note but the was a weird, quiet about the place. Weirder then usual. All, and I mean all, the big bosses were out of town. Now, my conspiracy-riddled brain has me drawing all sorts of conclusions the foremost being that they are deciding, off site, what to do with us all. The axe glimmers in the sunlight above us all. During a team meeting we ran through our workloads and, for the first time, when we all admitted there wasn’t anything on the horizon just shrugged our shoulders instead of the mass hysteria that normally accompanies such a realisation. We are all fatigued with worry. We have worried and worried and now we just want to be put out of our misery. The time to look for escape routes has begun. If I was a gambling man I’d guess by the end of October we will have had some sackings if not complete closure. It’s looking bad.

19 days to go.

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