Stranger in a Strange Land

Some days I feel as though I'm floating through the ether of some netherworld able to fashion whatever dream I happen to fancy at that moment. I'm sitting in my carpool with two of my coworkers listening to Seals and Crofts on my iPod as we crawl through the morning commute traffic. The rain beats the staccato rhythm of the summer monsoons in time with the song, flowing into my soul. I sit thinking of the day ahead with its seemingly insurmountable mountain of work to scale. Yet, I find nothing but joy in the fact that I have finally found a task deemed impossible, a daunting feat for any to even dare to attempt. In fact, I'm fairly certain they expect me to fail and use my failure as an excuse to save face, but I love the multi-faceted assault on my abilities. I say to the whole industry... bring it on! The family motto ringing true: Illegitimi non carborundum. It's strange to think that my work will bring me, not only halfway around the world, but practically to the doorstep of my family come the end of this month. Life is a strange entity. I had to go 6,389 miles away from home to find the same type of job as my sister. I understand exactly how difficult it is to explain your job now, babers, as it evolves on a daily basis into something unlike whatever it was supposed to be the day before. I can't wait to see you soon mom and dad! We're goin to Vegas baby! The WSA won't know what hit em.