I left Dubai on good terms, which is weird because I totally reneged on a contract to move to India with the company I was working for (it wasn't a true "contract," more of an intention). But, sometimes a pretty face wins out against....wait...sometimes logic wins out against emotion, and more often than not, being firm but polite wins over everyone. That's me, polite to a fault. I enjoy Enya, how can I not be polite? So, I got picked up at the airport by Young, my new boss. After some awkward introductions (Me: are you...uhm...you know...do you speak...uh...; Young: I was raised in Houston and I don't like your insinuation...; Me: Speak Thai? What's that watch you're wearing? Nice weather, yeah?), Young took me to my apartment, showed me where the TPR office is, bought me breakfast, and then ushered me back to my new "home."
These bad boys were directly outside of my apartment, but...so was this guy:
My spirit animal, the gecko. He ate one of those...uhm...largish insects quicker than I could take a picture of him scurrying off the sign he used to be on. Amazing! I don't mind a lizard, I just don't like a big ol' Steve walking around. You can actually hear Steve walking around...but the gecko, or whatever he is, you can only hear him burp after he's eaten (that's what Young told me, and I believe him). So, after being reassured that I was being guarded by a creature of impeccable provenance, I said goodbye to Young and went to take a nap.
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