Hurry up and wait, then don't get paid...

Today has been a lesson in patience. And before we go any farther, please join me in a firm hello to the reason I am far away from home...the Taliban. Yes, that's right. I understand that they are following me as well. So let's give them the good ol' American bird! And, for you head scarfing, women beating, use your kids for bombs, women hating, trouble makers...read on. You will get no info from me. This is simply entertainment for the Fam and friends!
So back to my patience lesson. Due to so much business in camp and sand storms, we have been unable to make it to our new base...bummer! Not so bad, if you don't mine being confined to the area around your quarters. And not bad if you don't mind getting your dinner brought to you late and cold and with someone else making your selections. And, as I just found out, we don't get paid.... wtf? I have been beyond cooperative. They say that I have too many clothes? (just the ones I was issued at training and then here, they add another back pack with my supplies- wth?- this is a special message for Colleen, wth?). I have become a burden to the people I came to work for thru no fault of mine. I'm not trained yet to work here, so I hurry up and wait. Wait for flights that are overweight because of my pittily supply of clothes. Make a executive decision to allow "Know it all John" to go to his station and get left behind , (because it was the right thing to do- he wasn't playing well with others here), and I wait. Wait for flights that end up being delayed until tomorrow. Wait for escorts that are impatient and rude because they have an added responsibility-me. And always wait for sleep time. This is the thanks I get. Great! I am almost ready to turn into "The Maria". The hulk-ing mess of F---ing women that has grown men screaming to their mommy's. Or I can choose to think of all this as another adventure and just another blog to share. Hummm, I think I'll pick door #2.