Feb 02 2009
Umm … Excuse Me, I Believe We Were Promised Jetpacks!
Yes, it’s true.
I’ve started looking for work again (and by ‘looking for work’, of course I mean ‘hitting up just about every person I’ve ever met over the course of the past few years for a gig’).
Good lord, I forgot just how daunting a task this is. Really.
In talking to my friends over the past couple years about such things — in Bangkok, the States, and elsewhere — it all sounded so easy getting work. And enjoyable, good paying work, at that.
Yeah, not so much …
Apparently, it turns out there’s some sort of ‘global financial crisis’ or something that’s cropped up over the past year while I’ve been be-boppin’ my way through the inner depths of Southeast Asia. And I guess this may not have really been the best particular time to rejoin the capitalist race.
What makes it worse is, just as when I left my legal career back in the States a few years ago, I still haven’t really narrowed my options very much. I’m interested in doing pretty much anything and everything outside the exact practice of law (with the exception of Federal Pleading Practice … which I greatly enjoyed. which I was best suited, and at which I was really, really good).
However, the problem is now compounded by the fact that, unlike before I left the States, now I’m willing (and hopeful) to take on a position not only back in the States, but also all over Asia, Australia and the whole of the Pacific Rim.
I’m in way, way, WAY over my head at the moment, people.
Fuckin’ hell, things were a whole lot easier before those damn Jedi’s fucked up everything for everyone!
P.S. Oh yeah, as an aside .. remember how I wrote last week about meeting that beautiful girl in Vietnam, and how:
I had an absolute and total blast [traveling] with her … and I regret nothing.
Well, turns out I was wrong. I’ve one regret — I should never have left Bangkok.
5 Responses to “Umm … Excuse Me, I Believe We Were Promised Jetpacks!”
Can you frikken believe it? Turn your back for just one moment or a year and the entire planet changes. …
Gotta find me that song about Bangkok now. Thanks.
Forget Australia for now. It’s so hot there that Satan is packing his bags and moving away. It also made Roger Federer cry. How’s the job market in NZ? A never ending supply of Kiwi and lamb.
Told you. Go get your girl. Nothing is impossible.
What an interesting story you have going on here.. Forget about working in law and go for a book deal instead! Write about your travels and the one week you met this woman and how you’ll find her again, “yadda, yadda, yadda”. Come on Matthew! I’m rather intrigued to find out how this will all end now.
You and me, both. You and me, both.