A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Blogger...
That was my rambling thought for yesterday. Today I pissed off some people on the bus by talking (yes quietly) on the phone. I don't understand this foible. Maybe I should eat some Raisin Bran and really show these tender souls how offensive I can be in confined spaces. They have no idea what fate they are inviting upon themselves.
I've also noticed that I walk slower than every other person in this town. I kinda stick out anyway, as I'm overweight, tall, and oddly moustached (hey- lighen up! These are my charms), whereas the average person here is thin, pale, overcaffeinated, and sports shaved faces and short fuzzy hair. All of this is fine, and I don't mind being the odd man out, but there is one area of obvious discrepancy- my walk. It's a walk, and not a jog. Slow like a Diet Coke burp. The natives walk like I jog. I hold up the flow of foot traffic on the sidewalks here, and they have to make extra efforts to get around me. I like that. I used to drive a VW Van, so this is probably a character trait- big, slow, and challenging to get around.
Otherwise, I'm missing my family like mad and haven't met anyone outside of work yet, and I don't suppose there'll be any personal type friendships from the office. They all seem kinda ordinary and non-violent by my standards. Don't get me wrong- nice folks one and all, but I doubt they'd be up for menacing distant objects with a potato gun. I expect eventually I'll run into the right combination of danger, offensiveness, and whimsy that clicks with me in someone here, and things will be improved. Most of all I need my family out here.