Ok, so the question, last time we were here has been, where do we go from here? Well, Doha, apparently. Surprised? Yeah, me too.
Here is the story: After spending a couple of months in my new company, heading the new business unit, with expansion plans and its ilk, our company went belly up,, because our MBA holding CEO didn'tt do a fiancial valuation before putting all of our free-cash-flow (a.k.a. the money supposed to finance the expansion) in a business venture that even the dumbest dummy would've told him was a very very bad idea. So suddenly the company was on the rocks, going concern became an issue, and salaries started getting delayed. So, I bounced.
Right before the bouncing, I got me that offer to go to Dubai, to which I gave my signiture Fuck you post to, all secure in knowing that there must be a job in Egypt out there for me. I submitted my resignation, took august off, chilling on the beach, enjoying the life. The following month I went on my US-monitoring-the-election trip, and then came back in October for almost a month. Facing dim job prospects from a freaked out economy (Thank you global economic crisis, you cunt you), I was approached by a headhunter for a really fancy job in Doha. Hvaing nothing to do, I agreed to go for a job interview, figuring that it will be ncie to go for a plane ride and a posh hotel. I did have nothing to do really.
So I went, I wowed and I impressed. I was offerd the job on the spot, and for posterity said I would think about it. I went home, and looked around, and found that I either was offerd job that involved advancement but paid half of my current paygrade, or jobs that paid well, but offerd no mental stimulation what-so-ever. For a while I convinced myself that I should go for that job that paid well, but offerd little, because I had a lifestyle to support. I was living the bachelor life in zamalek: girls, parties, foriegn alcohol, afghani hash, etc you name the debauchery, I had it and indulged in it. And I found myself willing to take a job that I knew offerd me nothing but a steady high income in order to support it. And slowly but surely that started eating at me.
You see, in Cairo, all you really have is your friends. You create your alternate reality, our own ghetto if you will, in order to survive this town. And I have done that successfully in the past, so successfull that all I needed to do is to continue to sustain that lifestyle. I knew all the right people, all the IN-crowd folks and those who couldn't care less. I had pull inside the hottest clubs and the fringiest anti-culture hang-out. I had the life, and I had it on lock-down, and I knew that I had peaked, and there was nothing left to do, but to do it all over and over again.
And then there was Zamalek itself, the Island, and how it insulates you from everything happening around you. If you live in Zamalek, you never have to elave it, excpet to go to downtown, and if you really feel like taking a trip, you ventrue into Maadi. This is your life, on the L shape of the Nile coast. Never really having to inetract with anybody you don't want to interact with. All of your friends speak english to you, and thsoe who don't are not living like the rest of egypt is. It was everything any one could ever need, which to someone like me felt exactly like a trap.
Maybe I am simply a restless soul who can't abide with comfort for long. Maybe I just needed to challenge myself. Or maybe, just maybe, the time was up and I needed a job. Either way, I came back from the states in November, and relaized that in 2 weeks I was going to Doha. And it, somehow, felt right. I needed to remove msyelf from my stagnation. Embark on a new adventure and recharge. And maybe re-start this blog all over again. I have so much to tell you about. This place is insane.
But that's for later. For now I just wanted to send you guys a note: I am alive, and well, and in Doha for at least the enxt 6 months. If you live here, drop me a line. I would love to hear from you!