Dearest Shankly Readers,
If you were wondering why I haven't been logging my usual sarcastic reports from the office, it's because it's a little difficult to do it from the Beaches of Phuket.
My shit, and the rest of me is on vacation with the beloved until the end of the month. I will try to report to you from the ground here at Phuket as time and internet connections permit.
Please stand by for reports of this land.
For now, I will tell you this - we've been getting ripped off, but we're quickly racking up the anti-rip off skills. The food here is fantastic. Hot and humid here means that the organism I once referred to as my hair, is actually a sleeping giant, rising and expanding by the minute. I'm beaded in sweat, my hair has taken over my head - I don't look good.
The mosquito bites on my arm make it look as though my arms have developed little nipples.
The beach looks like it fell off a post card rack. There are no emails to check. No memos to scoff at, just sleeping, eating, and daily massages.
I will keep you posted. I promise. Hard to type here as I'm sweating up a storm.
Wish you were here.
Yours Very Truly,
Employee835
Monday, November 19, 2007
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