The further adventures of an earthbound alien

What can one say about overseas career opportunities? I’ve done this kind of thing before and I’ve been well rewarded. And I’ve worked on projects that friends have begged me to join and most of them have been rewarding. If you ever get the opertunity to work in another country try it. You might surprise yourself.

But sometimes things go bad.
In the case of the Singapore experiment, I slowly discovered that the production company that had hired me was probably the most dysfunctional group of yobs I have ever had the displeasure of running across. They couldn’t produce a wet slap, let alone anything that I’d even remotely like to be associated with. The company (let’s just call them Dumbass Incorporated) is, and has been, known for producing shows that people in the United States rarely see. The reason for this is that the shows are spawn from greed and end up looking just like you think they’d look when you operate like that.

Why did I agree to work for these guys? A friend begged me and told me that this company was going to try to make a good show; one that could sell in the US. OK, so he was wrong, as it turns out. The end result is that four months later they are no further ahead in the project than when I started.
Life is too short to carry fools on your back. So to them I say good riddance. You throw the dice and sometimes you crap out. Or as my old grand pappy used to say, “Get the hell out of my chair!”

Five months is a long time to be away from home. But I’ve managed to use the time away from Dumbass Inc. to make new friends reintroduce myself to some old friends that I thought I’d never see again and open up a whole new set of business possibilities.

For now, my family and I have a month long tropical vacation (day care provided) to discover South East Asia.

There’s more good stuff and some bad to relate, but like I always say, who really gives a shit. Someday if you’re lucky enough to be sitting on my porch and I get fired up, I’ll tell the whole story. Then in the morning when the effects of the Mojitos have worn off I’ll probably feel foolish for boring you with the details. I’ll apologize later when we hook up for lunch and hope we can still be friends. You’ll probably hesitate at an awkward moment but eventually accept my apology. I’ll take that awkward pause as a sign that things between us are not the same. I’ll regret having said what I said and try to shrug it off by making a joke about it to some other friend. That friend won’t understand what I meant and will probably mention it to you in passing. You’ll probably be insulted and the rift between us will grow bigger. I’ll get mad at the dirty back stabber for blabbing to you what I told him in confidence. God, he does this to me all the time. That’s the last time I tell that guy anything! When will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut? I’ll see you on the street from time to time and although we will stop and chat, things between us will never be the same. The trust will be gone. How can you be so ungrateful? I sit there, make you a Mojito and pour my heart out to you about cartoons and greedy people and Southeast Asia and this is the way you treat me? How could you? I thought we had something. I thought you were my friend.

That’s it! I’m taking my blog back! You don’t deserve it!

OK, OK. Look I’m sorry. This has been a pretty tough time for me. Yeah I know, I know! That’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. After all we’ve been through so much together. Remember the letter to Apple, about quick time. “I have a car!” …Funny stuff there. Or the time I ate chicken feet? Yeah. Yeah… Good times.

Good times…