This past August passed the 3 year mark of a company I work for. The anniversary occurred while I was on a business trip to Europe, otherwise I would have gotten wasted with several coworkers (which seems to be a tradition among the people whom actually get things done there). It’s hard to believe when I look back. The very rapid rise (though it seemed slow at the time) that experienced can seem somewhat daunting.
I get to travel with my job. It is both a blessing and a curse that can take it’s toll on a man. The positives are obvious. I get a paid trip to wherever they send me. I can expense things like meals, cabs, etc. I usually squeeze time to take in some sights and wander around. Some of the places, like Curaçao, I’d never go to otherwise. This is really cool, as it’s something unique that I can talk to people about.
A few things: -Work has been driving me mad the past few weeks. It seems I can’t catch a single break, even for lunch. If I leave, my cell phone rings off the hook. Everybody, just FUCK OFF. -I’ll very soon get to learn the joys of a mortgage. -I just found out that the “ist” group (gothamist, torontoist, etc) has a Parasist page. Why the fuck wasn’t I told about this sooner?
I’m back! Woo! You can see some pictures of Curaçao on my photoblog and my regular gallery. But let me tell you something about the Americans. They are fucking paranoid. I know something terrible happened to you country half a decade ago, but I am just completely irritated. You see, traveling to Curaçao I had to go through Miami. The trip down was relatively smooth because the US has customs at Pearson.
Well, I’m now working in Curaçao. The plane ride was pretty smooth, except having to run through the mess that is Miami International to make my connecting flight. I’d post pictures, but Microsoft sucks so much that it can’t get Windows to understand my camera’s RAW format and I wish I had my mac. The hotel is a million times better than the last one I stayed at. Ocean view, awesome service, I arrive, somebody takes the car, offers me drinks while they get my room ready, take my bags behind my back and there they are in the room… I still have to get postcards for everybody that I promised, as well as do a bit of shopping this time.