Check email if the internet is working.
Wander aimlessly around the compound, maybe stopping at the office where I just get in the way.
Sit in my room, a blank room with white walls, a refrigerator door for an entryway, and air-conditioning that doesn't seem to get warmer than 55 degrees. The alternative is outside, where it is 109.
Chat with SW, since the internet is so slow Skype is sketchy.
Go to bed.
At some point it would be nice to actually get to the place I came here to work at. The next flight isn't until Tuesday, since the one opportunity was blown by "not my job"-itis.