"Livid." File under "L."

Geez, guys... I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long for the far-too-regular dose of nonsense.

There's been little to report these days.... with the help of a constant barrage of ridiculousness and inconvenience from all directions, the sadness of the holidays has morphed into an almost indescribable anger.



There have been several false starts into 2008's inaugural blog, all of which quickly degenerated into lists of people who's faces I'd like to smash.

Until I'm more clear on how "Threats Against Physical Well Being" are handled in the Caymanian Judicial System, I'll keep them to myself.

And wait.



I'm posting these flower pics that I took to take the "deranged" edge off of this post. Working?



Okay, Christmas = Sad, Zach's angry again... what else?

New Years was lovely. Kristi and I took a bottle of Prosecco and a gorgeous little Cohiba down to 7 Mile Beach and watched all of the Fireworks displays that the resorts host.

It was like ten 4th of July's going on all at once, and was a perfect end and beginning.



The Cubans that live behind us celebrated by blaring salsa music until 6 am. I checked MSN.com to see if Castro had finally died. It turns out they just really love to party.

They say Communism stifles the Human Spirit. I personally witnessed a love of fireworks that not even waiting in line for 6 hours for rice can kill.

I could barely hear the music because they were lighting chain after endless chain of Firecrackers until sirens came blaring around the same time.

I heard later that this wasn't the cops shutting them down, but an ambulance responding to a "Drunk Cuban Blew Two of His Fingers Off" call. I think that's like 419 or something.



In other news, the Agency to whom my servitude is indentured truly, truly excels in two areas:

1-NOT finding me a job.

and

2-Finding me horrible jobs.

They earned another Gold Star in the second category today, assigning me to an Offshore Management Company.

I was initially excited at the prospect of FINALLY getting some Offshore experience to pad my wilting resume, but then I remembered that the Agency's Code of Conduct expressly forbids them from finding me anything decent.

I arrived at 8:30 to be trained on my new, 2-week assignment.

Document Filer.



BA in Comm Studies? Not necessary.

5 years Broad-based Corporate Finance Experience? No thanks.

Conversational Spanish? For what?

My knowledge of the Alphabet is the only part of my resume from which I'll need to draw for the ten days.

Oh yeah, I forgot to add it : Eagle Scout. Let's see if I remember how to tie a noose.



Ta.