One month
Monday, October 23, 2006
...and counting.
Hard to believe it's been one month since we last deshtroyed Manhattan with a couple running-man dance-offs. One month since I last took Brian's and/or Martin's and/or Joel's cash on the course. One month since I drove a car... on the left side of the road. One month since I last had to put up with Judge's and Pot's abuse. One month since I chowed braai'd chiggen...
It's even harder to believe that it's been one month since I was given a day and a half to shut up and ship out here to Canadia. With nothing but my snow parka on my back, 55 kilos of luggage, one set of golf clubs, a thousand dollars U.S. in my pocket and a box of Rooibos tea, I made my way to this side of the Atlantic. How was I going to survive for four and a half months in freezing Calagary, I did not know?
My mind was plagued with bad thoughts and what to expect, if my stint in Denver was anything to go by - until my chauffeur-driven limo delivered me to fully paid for downtown apartment. That was real nice. And then my "welcome to Calgary" consultant introduced me to my banker who gave me my bank details - salary and allowance already deposited. Doubly nice. And then the HR people showed me to my office and introduced as "manager". Triply nice. And then G Man and Boston Rob arrived, and we planned the most international-ChumpStyle-machete-deshtroyer December holiday ever. EVER!
And since then, things have been going well. Met some cool people (and by people I mean chicks. And by cool I mean hot), been to some beautiful places, done some crazy-mad shopping, completed some good work for my client and played some really good golf (this is by far the most important criteria on which the success of this stint here will be measured). Which means it's been good so far. Then again, this is Canadia, how bad can things be, eh? Apart from the fact that they finish all their sentences with, "Eh?", eh?
Let's hope the next three and a half months are just as good.
PS. Judge, kindly do not wish any bad luck upon me. Thanking you in advance.
Attachment: Email to the peeps!
Hard to believe it's been one month since we last deshtroyed Manhattan with a couple running-man dance-offs. One month since I last took Brian's and/or Martin's and/or Joel's cash on the course. One month since I drove a car... on the left side of the road. One month since I last had to put up with Judge's and Pot's abuse. One month since I chowed braai'd chiggen...
It's even harder to believe that it's been one month since I was given a day and a half to shut up and ship out here to Canadia. With nothing but my snow parka on my back, 55 kilos of luggage, one set of golf clubs, a thousand dollars U.S. in my pocket and a box of Rooibos tea, I made my way to this side of the Atlantic. How was I going to survive for four and a half months in freezing Calagary, I did not know? My mind was plagued with bad thoughts and what to expect, if my stint in Denver was anything to go by - until my chauffeur-driven limo delivered me to fully paid for downtown apartment. That was real nice. And then my "welcome to Calgary" consultant introduced me to my banker who gave me my bank details - salary and allowance already deposited. Doubly nice. And then the HR people showed me to my office and introduced as "manager". Triply nice. And then G Man and Boston Rob arrived, and we planned the most international-ChumpStyle-machete-deshtroyer December holiday ever. EVER!
And since then, things have been going well. Met some cool people (and by people I mean chicks. And by cool I mean hot), been to some beautiful places, done some crazy-mad shopping, completed some good work for my client and played some really good golf (this is by far the most important criteria on which the success of this stint here will be measured). Which means it's been good so far. Then again, this is Canadia, how bad can things be, eh? Apart from the fact that they finish all their sentences with, "Eh?", eh?
Let's hope the next three and a half months are just as good.
PS. Judge, kindly do not wish any bad luck upon me. Thanking you in advance.
Attachment: Email to the peeps!
