Fortune Cookie Monster -- "Me Want See All"
"This person is serious and true and deserves to be respected."
There you have it. My fortune cookie today is of the affirmational sort, no hint of things to come. Maybe the fortune writer was feeling less sanguine about his powers of prognostication, as he didn't include the lotto numbers on the obverse side this time.
So, let's see, if I could pick my own fortune cookie right now:
"You will find out soon whether you are the proud owner of a $1000 T-Shirt bought from the federaligubment, or if you will journey to a far land."
(After getting poked, prodded, and wearing "the gown" for the med tests, they sent me a Peace Corps T. I sent in my appeal last week, so I expect to find out in a month or two how it fares.)
Well, as they say. One door closes, and you say "#*&$** it, open that door! I'm not kidding!"
Or maybe it was another door opening. I forget.
Plan B is to telecommute from the Caribbean, which surprisingly is entering the realm of possibility, depending on how much I increase my expertise in the next four to six months. My thought is that I don't need to choose between work and travel when I have a job that lends itself to being done any where with an internet connection.
Plan C teach English in Japan or elsewhere in Asia...
Plan D...
Ah there's plans and what happens, I just want to take the more adventuresome path. Because me love cookies.
Update (9/3): Well my impatience is rewarded, the Peace Corps at least didn't keep me waiting another two months. Appeal denied.
There you have it. My fortune cookie today is of the affirmational sort, no hint of things to come. Maybe the fortune writer was feeling less sanguine about his powers of prognostication, as he didn't include the lotto numbers on the obverse side this time.
So, let's see, if I could pick my own fortune cookie right now:
"You will find out soon whether you are the proud owner of a $1000 T-Shirt bought from the federaligubment, or if you will journey to a far land."
(After getting poked, prodded, and wearing "the gown" for the med tests, they sent me a Peace Corps T. I sent in my appeal last week, so I expect to find out in a month or two how it fares.)
Well, as they say. One door closes, and you say "#*&$** it, open that door! I'm not kidding!"
Or maybe it was another door opening. I forget.
Plan B is to telecommute from the Caribbean, which surprisingly is entering the realm of possibility, depending on how much I increase my expertise in the next four to six months. My thought is that I don't need to choose between work and travel when I have a job that lends itself to being done any where with an internet connection.
Plan C teach English in Japan or elsewhere in Asia...
Plan D...
Ah there's plans and what happens, I just want to take the more adventuresome path. Because me love cookies.
Update (9/3): Well my impatience is rewarded, the Peace Corps at least didn't keep me waiting another two months. Appeal denied.
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