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Yes. I have a new job! And not just any job at any tried and true location...
I have a job in (drum-roll, please!) CANCUN, MEXICO! A steady diet of free-lance writing and Creative Consulting for my best friend's AV Studio.
Returned from a two-week vacation/work trip last week and made the decision the next day. It wasn't a difficult decision to make mind you, as I've been unemployed since Jan. 31, 2003 and living in North Texas isn't very conducive to, well... living.
So after I tie up some loose ends here and work on the whole Passport/Work Visa thing (which, by the way, I'm finding out is a lot more expensive and complicated than I ever would've thought-- hey what can I say? I've haven't traveled outside of the US since 1983, and that was only to Canada where, at the time, the Border Crossing went something like this..."You're an American? Yes. O-kay, Have fun, eh?"), I'll be spending my weekends on La Playa Norte, sipping brightly colored drinks with little umbrella's sticking out of them served in coconuts. O-kay-- not really, they come in glasses just like here, but the rest is true.
Additionally, I'm also being considered for an Advanced English Teacher position at Catholic University in the city if I want steadier work (my friend says I'm getting the best possible job in the world, but it's always nice to have options...)
Sure, the hotel zone is nothing different than you'd find in any tourist city, but the life beyond that-- going into the heart of the city (El Centro) is simply magnificent! And it turns out that one young lady that I was introduced to is looking forward to my return (nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say-no-more...).
So, with absolutely no thanks to BushCo, this government or even the people of this country, I finally have a job. And with a fond farewell I will, on my last night in Texas, turn my tukus (sp?) toward the east and give * the most endearing and drunken moon possible. Then, turn my attention toward Austin and give Gov. Goodhair a big, fat raspberry (pblpblpblpblpbl!!!!)
There is a bit of the narcissist in me that wants to post a picture of yours truly on the beach surrounded by four Norwegian lasses from my recent working- vacation, but my astounding and incredibly divine-like sense of humility forbids it (though, if the demand is great, I can be talked into it, for though I am not cheap, I am very easy).
Hopefully, by the end of this month, I will be posting to the DU from the sunny (albeit incredibly hot, even for a Texan) beaches of Mexico.
Before you try to bring me down from this one-in-a-million feeling I have, don't. All the bad and negative things you could tell me about living in Mexico are the same things I can find here (and in greater volume and with less style...).
Yes sirree, Bob! I am feeling better than I have in years-- thanks to a friend I've known for almost 20 years who talked me out of my cave-like existence talked me into a world of sunshine, inexpensive beer and (yes, I'll say it, but don't think I'm sexist or racist) cute Mexican women.
So even though I may accidentally drink from the tap once or twice, and even though I may be the target of someone thinking, "Why doesn't he learn to speak the language if he's going to live here?" and even though I may end up missing the snow that I receive in Texas (once every ten or fifteen years), I think I'm going to like this new adventure. B-)
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