Hotel life

Well after a well deserved vacation, the time has come again, or actually, it already had come, that I am forced to do what I'm told to do. Yes, I'm working again, for the ones that don't read between the previous lines. And well my boss thought it would be funny to send me far far away rightaway. Not yet in another galaxy far far away, but I do have to cross the borders with Belgium to get to my working place. My boss and I don't always think alike. I have yet to discover the fun part about being here.
Could the fun part be that now I have all the time at night to study for my exam (again)? Well I don't study for fun, I study to get ahead. Just read an older blog of me about getting ahead in life. So that ain't it.
Could the fun part be that I can see almost everything on tv since I don't have anything else to do in the evening when I'm alone in my room? Well no, because most of the programs in the evening kinda suck. Or they show old and boring movies. So that ain't it either.
Could the fun part be that the city I'm staying in has a very interesting nightlife? When I'm done at 18.00 hours, every shop is closed and so are most of the four bars I found so far. So no nightlife here, hell there isn't even a daylife.
I think I just have to ask my boss what the fun part of living a hotel life is.