Actuarial Exams?

1. I work 9 to 5:30.  

2. I get paid more.

3. Should I do actuarial exams?  It involves about 5 years of part time study.  The exams are notoriously difficult to pass, but perhaps I could do with something to dilute my arrogance?

Could somebody grown up (and successful) please, please, please give this poor boy some career advice?

Ugh

Who are you?

2. Are we friends?

3. Something I have and YOU want?

4. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.

5. Describe me in one word.

6. What was your first impression of me?

7. Do you still think that way about me now?

8. What reminds you of me?

9. If you could give me anything what would it be?

10. How well do you know me?

11. How do you see me in the future?

12. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

13. Are you going to post this in your blog and see what I say about you?

I am employed again!!!

Teehee.  Apparently they are sending me out a 6 month contract starting Monday, on slightly more than I was on the last job.  Perhaps this 'Dr.' business is not such a load of crap after all.  

Antwerp

Apparently the place to go ring-shopping is Antwerp.  Now I just have to convince my girlfriend that I am just going to drink beer with a mate or two in a European city for a weekend without her thinking it is to go chasing girls!!

Dreams Vs. Reality

I sit at my desk, looking out at the, ahem, carpark.  I am a self-made man.  I have fought both physically and mentally every person who has stood in my way.  I have migrated social class, a feat that only 2% of people ever do*. 

Now I have a problem.  Everybody in this social class thinks I got here the same way they did, by following Daddy's advice, and eating Mummy's packed lunches.  They make their genuine recommendations to get a good stable job in the public service, or work on my cv by spending two years in a good Insurance company.  The problem is that that seems nice.  

I did not work this hard to break through economic and cultural battles to stop here.  I need to take this to the next level.  I am scared.  I am terrified.  I am completely on my own in this.  I have nobody to ask for advice.  I keep throwing up in private.  I am getting nothing done.  

Sorry for talking about work, again, guys.  I am going to Nice with P for a romantic weekend if that is more of interest.

* Okay, I have almost been in a fight on two occasions in the last two weeks, but...

She is not Pregnant

False alarm.  However, both of us had gotten used to the idea quite quickly...

Also, it looks like I may be offered a 6 month contract from my first interview.  That would be ideal.

And, finally, I bought a canon printer/scanner/copier, and set up my music equipment so I have my own recording studio.  My home office rocks.  If only I would do something with it.  

I suppose I must comment too.

Seriously, to go in only 200 years from imported slaves to having a member be the supreme leader; WELL DONE GUYS!!

No kidding, that is an impressive feat.  Fair play, and credit where credit is due.  

A few days late

Okay, that could alter plans a bit...

Tick tock tick tock... nothing happening.  Erm...

We know what I am talking about here, right?  Think extreme drama.