So I've been thinking about some memorable times I've had at work... Here's a condensed list.
- Meeting a Maori with some intricate Moko work done. He was one of the most interesting guys I've ever met and not just because of his appearance. He was a consultant for the World Food Program doing threat assessments where the WFP was operating, one of them being Sudan. He was a wonderful story teller and probably one of the nicest guys I've ever met.
- Meeting Vladimir Yarets. He's a deaf/mute Russian biker travelling the world on his motorcycle! The guys doesn't know a word of English (and I don't think he knew sign language either), so writing was out of the question. Everything we did was through a complicated game of charades and a pile of maps. Delightful guy; always smiled.
- Brad. What a guy. He's the kind of guy who'd give you the shirt off his back. He's always willing to put a positive spin on things and will back you up 100% even if it's a seemingly ridiculous thing to do. Looking forward to our future plans of travelling together to Machu Picchu and Sotano de las Golondrinas.
- Tony, John, Carl & Chris. These guys were so awesome. Getting me to drink at work is a hard thing to do, but they broke me down. For always helping me out with the junkies and those "Fucking Brits". Sticking around and being all around good guys when shit hits the fan. To nights at lame ass clubs and a modified version of Subway Surfing on the LRT. Cheap Beer and mailing panties to Canmore. You guys were righteous.
- All those people who spent their nights hanging out in the lobby watching cartoons or sad movies (Ashley, Shane, Allison, Mike, Isabel, Terri, Dana and those Aussies whose names I never got). My god, you make my job tolerable. Out of everyone who said they'd be back, only Shane was good to his word. Where'd everyone go? Ashley still owes me knitting lessons and Isabel left her bottle of rye.
Man... I love my job. It's a shame it doesn't pay more, or I'd seriously consider it as a career.
- Meeting a Maori with some intricate Moko work done. He was one of the most interesting guys I've ever met and not just because of his appearance. He was a consultant for the World Food Program doing threat assessments where the WFP was operating, one of them being Sudan. He was a wonderful story teller and probably one of the nicest guys I've ever met.
- Meeting Vladimir Yarets. He's a deaf/mute Russian biker travelling the world on his motorcycle! The guys doesn't know a word of English (and I don't think he knew sign language either), so writing was out of the question. Everything we did was through a complicated game of charades and a pile of maps. Delightful guy; always smiled.
- Brad. What a guy. He's the kind of guy who'd give you the shirt off his back. He's always willing to put a positive spin on things and will back you up 100% even if it's a seemingly ridiculous thing to do. Looking forward to our future plans of travelling together to Machu Picchu and Sotano de las Golondrinas.
- Tony, John, Carl & Chris. These guys were so awesome. Getting me to drink at work is a hard thing to do, but they broke me down. For always helping me out with the junkies and those "Fucking Brits". Sticking around and being all around good guys when shit hits the fan. To nights at lame ass clubs and a modified version of Subway Surfing on the LRT. Cheap Beer and mailing panties to Canmore. You guys were righteous.
- All those people who spent their nights hanging out in the lobby watching cartoons or sad movies (Ashley, Shane, Allison, Mike, Isabel, Terri, Dana and those Aussies whose names I never got). My god, you make my job tolerable. Out of everyone who said they'd be back, only Shane was good to his word. Where'd everyone go? Ashley still owes me knitting lessons and Isabel left her bottle of rye.
Man... I love my job. It's a shame it doesn't pay more, or I'd seriously consider it as a career.