Friday, February 24, 2012

Week 3 - Roughing it at Applebees.

Things of highlight for the week:

Went to the first (but not the last) Indian food place in Old Jubail.  The waiter didn't understand us, we didn't understand him, and we ordered eggrolls.  We told him to order something good after that, and he hooked us up with some very good stuff.  Curry was very very good, but SPICY.  Not the your mouth hurts type of spicy, but the I'm sweating onto the food kind.  The funny part is that the restaurant only had cocktail napkins for napkins.  Between the 4 of us, we used everything they had.  We ordered iced tea.  Waiter did not know what we were talking about.  We got hot tea, and a bowl of ice cubes.  It worked out ok.  The next morning, my stomach and I were not on talking terms.  My stomach was talking alot of crap.  (HAHA, eww)

So we went to Applebee's for dinner one night.  Yeah, really roughing it out here.  Everything was very similar to what you'd see.  Food was pretty good, they actually had Iced Tea,  A few of differences though.  I had a "bacon" hamburger.  Tasty.  The bacon itself is just odd.  It's beef obviously, and has the texture of bacon, but is not bacon in flavor.  You ever eat a burger at McDonalds, specifically  the cheap 99c quarter pounder with cheese?  You ever notice that the burger tastes too much like beef?  I figured it was the grease in the burger.  Maybe they rub essence of beef on the bacon or something.  I'll pass on it next time.  Some people like it though.  Like the Canadians.
http://beefbacon.net/

Double Entrance:
In KSA, there are two sections, family and single sections. Family sections are for groups of women, or a woman and her husband, kids etc.  Guys in a group, or those who go by themselves get their own section.  Just the way it is, there's no judging, or anything like that, and you all get treated the same.  It just makes it that much more difficult to hit on women.  Maybe it's a good thing that they separate us.

Closing during prayer time.
Prayer time happens 6 times a day here in KSA, and all businesses will close their doors.  Now how much the store closes depends on where you are.  There are some that will kick you out, and not allow you to come in, there are some that will let you stay, but the workers will not help you.  That definitely is a little different to get used to.  Not awful though, it just requires a bit of pre-planning.  We happened to show up during prayer time, and just went through the back entrance, and they let us in.  Most of the places I went to did not have any announcement or warning, you just kinda have to know.

Let's go to the mall!
About an hour away from Jubail is the city of Khobar. Khobar, Dhahran, and Dammam are all kind next to each other, it kind looks like a giant city from google maps.  It's a bigger city than Jubail is, and everyone goes there for the western flavor that is there. There's a great deal of US type of things there, food wise, there's Chilis, Outback, Johnny Rockets, Fatburger, Starbucks.  There are grocery stores that are more American too.  One of them looks just like Safeway (Randalls for all the Texas people).  Place called Tamimi's.  The mall itself reminds me of a Galleria type of mall, only one floor.  It was big.  Took about an hour and a half to walk around, let alone go into the stores.  Apparently the clothing that's on sale was really cheap, nothing that I needed was on sale, so I didn't get anything.  There's also a store with a great name.  Panda is the name of one of the grocery store chains over here, and there's a large version at the mall.  You would expect Super Panda.  Nope, Hyper Panda.  Awesome.  Went to the Rolex store.  Yup still pricey over there.  Although, there is no tax there, so that's almost like a discount.

The neat thing over here is the fact that gold is strictly regulated here.  As a result, the prices for jewelry is for the most part fixed.  All the gold is usually 18 karat and up.  Very nicely decorated all around.  I might just buy it and hope it maintains value, if not increase in value.  Everything can be negotiated too.  I'm an awful negotiator, but the guy I went with, definitely was a good one, and was able to haggle quite a bit.  Which makes me wonder a little bit, since the price of gold is fixed.  I guess they markup the gems?  Eh, I don't have to worry about that till I find a girlfriend.   Have to find something for my sister, and mom though.

We ate a a Churrascaria while in Khobar.  Super good, not quite as good as home, but a close third.  They had some more exotic meats, venison, fish, shrimp, ostrich, and baby camel.  Honestly, not that great.  Ostrich was dark in color, and I could have confused it with beef if no one told me.  The camel tasted like dry roast beef.  Not so great.  Overall though, awesome experience.  I couldn't help but crack up at all the Indian waiters in cowboy hats.  Just ridiculous.  Needless to say, after that, no one ate dinner that night.

Went to a place called Desert Designs which had a great deal of arts, tables, with Saudi influences.  Some very beautiful looking stuff.  There was a glass table with an old Saudi Door built into it.
http://www.desertdesigns.com/index.php

Went to the Souq in Khobar also.  Basically a flea market of sorts.  Not tents, but more like a bunch of small small stores right next to each other, for blocks on end.  Once again, a great deal of jewelry.  Make sure to ask for the discount once, and then leave, and see if they have a second discount.  Which of course is "just for you."  Lots of gift stuff, furniture nick-knack stuff too.  Tables, and decorative stuff everywhere.  Also a clothing mall.  One of the people selling watches in there, obviously cheap knock-off stuff.  I could have bought a rolex over there for 120 riyals.  32 bucks.  I could have haggled that down too.  I don't think the watch was working when I looked at it.  Traffic was insane.  I might have mentioned this before, but people drive crazy in KSA.  Everyone is on their cell phones, and if you honk, you have full rights to do whatever you feel.  My favorite is the left hand lane, screw it I changed my mind i'm going to take a right turn maneuver.

We also went to Ikea.  Yes, there is an Ikea.  Nope, there is no difference.  It's just as big.  Only they close during prayer time also, but they're nice enough to announce it in English, so we had time to get out.

The best part of the night I think was coming back from the drive, and playing basketball in one of the common areas.  One of the guys I went with bought a little kiddy basketball net and ball, and we played horse while drinking.  Soda.  I mean.  With some luck I'll have my Iqama next week (permanent resident card) and I'll be able to leave the country.  First stop, Bahrain.  That should be an interesting weekend.  Plus I'll get paid for the first time by then.  Woohoo!

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Letter to ******

Sup.  We were talking about you during our "basketball game."  I can't remember who brought you up first. Probably me.  Nothing too crazy said, same stuff that you're used to hearing.  Some of it made ME blush when I heard it, which is pretty impressive.  Hope you're doing well over there, and that you're not taking work too seriously.  Something tells me that you are, especially with some of the distribution lists i'm still on.  You gotta spend money to make money, but man, don't max out the credit card when your doing it.  I could tell you a million things, but I won't, too tired.  Writing all that crap up there kinda wore me out.  I'm kinda bummed out that I'll miss the wedding.  Start-up appears to be the exact same time as that, so you gotta do what you gotta do.  The good thing is that I'll be able to take a long trip after that.  Get the journey too allt eh continents started.  You should check out the link below, and pick a country.  I'm game for any of those places.
http://incubushq.com/events/event/listUpcoming?page=2
Oh, and I just realized something today.  So here's how vacation works out:

4 weeks vacation
4 weeks r&r
3 days travel each  r&r week
2 weeks floating holiday.

SUM(All above) = 12 weeks off each year.  My vacations end up being 3 weeks every 2 months.  How can you complain about that?  Oh yeah, not getting to see awesome people like you everyday.  Hm, I'll get over it some how.  Especially if you killed my Aloe Vera plant.  Those things are desert plants.  They survive very intense conditions.  You haven't been feeding them Gatorade have you?  Hope all is well, I'll try to keep my sentiments to myself, and cry on Chris' shoulders.

السلام عليكم

-Huy 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Yeah, I don't know how to do that

Items of interest for the week:  

10/2/12 - (Day, Month, Year)  It actually makes sense if you think about it.

Just to start with.  Business class flight?  Yeah.  Freaking awesome.  Worth 3x coach.  I don't know about that.  But it is pretty nice.  Good wine I couldn't pronounce, business guy next to me snores like a freight train, watched "Bad Teacher," it was pretty good.  Extreme coupon-ing, millionaire match maker, sleep.  Kinda uneventful to be honest.  I found someway to lodge my seat belt underneath the chair so I was unbuckled for landing.  It's OK though, no one checks for flight positions, electronics, seat belts or anything except for comfort level in 1st class.  Definitely nice.

So, I arrived at Frankfort Airport waiting on flight to Dammam.  I arrive at 12:00, and it's a 4 hour layover.  Simple enough, should leave at 4:00. Unfortunately I forget, actually just straight up forget, I'm trying to make conversation with some of the people in the business lounge, take a nap, shower, etc... thinking that the flight is at 6:00.  I casually make my way over to the gate, and notice that everyone is gone.  Pull out the ticket.  $%^+!!!.  Well, to the ticket desk I go.  Thank goodness everyone speaks English.  I would have been way screwed otherwise.  The guy at the desk tells me that I missed the last flight of the night....and the following day.  Uh-oh.  Now what?  Oh, and to make it a little more complicated, I bought a Continental (United) ticket, and my flight to Damam was via Luthansa.  Different airlines that partner.  Luthansa has no ability to book a Continental flight to another airline.  Makes sense.  Still sucks though.

80% of max heart rate

"Sir you will have to go to the continental booth to see what they can do."  OK.  Walk over there,
and they're closed.

90% heart rate.

Starting to feel the right side of my body going numb.  Figure that if I have a stroke, at least i'll have a better reason for missing the flight.  (Even though stroke would be  3 hours after I missed flight).  I call our HR guy (thank goodness I still had a company cell phone.)  He says "Well, looks like you're getting a hotel."  I start freaking out a little more at the airport, trying to figure out what to do.  Slightly excited about the opportunity to tour Frankfurt the following day, although I really shouldn't be.  After bugging the grumpy info desk lady I get a phone number, and call Continental.

Blah blah blah, and they mention that KLM had a flight early the following day.  OK.  Call the HR guy asking if I can just buy another ticket to get to Saudi quicker.  Answer:  yes.  Alright, to KLM.  I tell the KLM person I need the quickest flight to Dammam, and KLM was it.  Her answer:  nope.  Try Emirates, they have a flight in an hour.  Done.  I run over there, but they're not accepting tickets at this time, try Qatar, or Etihad.  Qatar is on the other side of the airport, so I got to Etihad.  They have a flight for 10pm that evening, and it's 7:00 pm now.  Sweet, I book the flight (coach.  no business available, sad panda).  The flight goes to Abu Dhabi, and then goes to Dammam, with an hour layover.  Alright, I buy flight, and walk 5 feet over to and check in.

50% heart rate.

The check in attendant tells me that the flight to Dammam is a standby ticket.  WHAT?!  Why didn't anyone else tell me this!  Fine, too late now.  Time to hang out at the airport.   You go on one business ticket flight, and you realize that coach sucks.  No priority check-in, no awesome lounge to hang in.  I play spider solitaire, take a poo, and wait it out.  Eventually it's almost time to leave, the ticket person's able to get me a confirmed ticket for Dammam, and I'm feeling pretty good.  And then I see this:
http://sin.stb.s-msn.com/i/9A/D7A4417E501C4651E38E24E3AED7.jpg
Well, more like this:
http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6127/5992366063_ca514dd83b_z.jpg

Hey, this is going to be a pretty good flight.  Now I REALLY wish I had a business ticket.  In case you're wondering, third highest rated in terms of good looking stewardesses.

Flight's not bad, there's an overbearing group of Germans that I sit next to.  I move seats a couple of times, to accommodate people who wanted to sit together, it doesn't matter to me.  I spend the rest of the flight watching movies, and passing out randomly for 20 minute sets.  Just enough to wake up, and awkwardly look at the stewardesses in this groggy creepy stare.  I really just woke up, I wasn't gawking.  Promise!
http://sonichu.com/cwcki/The_Creepy_Stare  (WTF is this website?)

I'm in the back of the plane, and I have 1 hour layover.  Hmm, this is going to be bad.  And yes, there is a long line of people.  Oh, and also, you have to go through security again.  Man.  Run, run, run.

90% max heart rate again.

Plead my case to security to let me go through the first class line because at this point I have 40 minutes until the plane leaves.  Oh, and by the way.  Personal space is not allowed in the middle east.  It's a sign of weakness.  I'm standing at the normal distance you'd give someone in the US, and I get cut by a couple in the security line.  I am mean mugging the heck out of them.  They don't seem to be phased.  No reason to try to start a fight when the security guard has a rifle.  I'll just pierce their souls with my angry laser eyes.  No one catches on fire from my staring.  Maybe slight internal burns, but I didn't follow up with the married 5' tall midgets, I had a flight to catch.  Run run run again.  and I make the last bus on the plane.  Whew.

Flight back pretty normal.  I'm tired, and the stewardess is pretty cute.  Not very friendly.  I look pretty much like this:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sylviaaaaa/2897006124/
The guys in front of me have a very strong curry smell to them.  Meh.

I accidentally leave my iPhone on the plane, try to get back on the plane, and surprise, security, which is Army at this point, not so happy.  I give him a puppy dog look, and he lets me go to the ramp, where they were able to find it.  Wow.  Freaking lucky.

Customs.  Yeah, it took 3.5 hours.  3.45 hours of it standing in line.  Here's how the order went:

1.  All persons with a multi-entry pass.
2.  Women
3.  Chinese Passports
4.  Japanese
5.  Koreans
6.  Hey you, where are you from?  "US"
7.  Fine, you, and the other Asian guy behind you.
8.  Indian guys.

It's a whole ordeal.  Fingerprints, and a photo.  Just for entry.  A guy I worked with in Houston, and one of the guys that hired me pick me up at the airport.  Thanks for waiting.  Oh, and they never sent my luggage.  It's in Frankfurt.  Meh.  I eat, and proceed to sleep for 15 hours straight.  I got work the next day.

11/2/12
Work's the way you'd expect.  Lots of hellos, a bunch of names to remember.  The lunchroom is 10 Saudi Riyals.  Or $2.66.  It's a ridiculous amount of food too.  It's cafeteria style.  Point to whatever you want to eat.  As much as you'd like.  Pretty tasty.  Hummas and baba ghanoush for every meal.  Very high carb/starchy food every meal.  Man, I'm going to get fat.  I learn quickly that you can order it to-go, and you can eat 1/2 of it . Still a ton of food even split in 1/2.  Gotta go get chest x-ray and blood sample to get residency (Iqama).  It's an open clinic.  Don't want to sound snobby, but that place was very third world.  Run down, and everything that didn't have to be sterile and clean, wasn't.  Everyone knew what they were doing, so I shouldn't complain.  It was just different than what I think about when I go to a clinic or Hospital.   I won't complain about our health system in the states again.

12/2/12
More hellos, and stuff.  Went to a place called Sailor's with some friends from USA work.  I forgot that ordering a kilo of food between 3 people is a lot of food again.  Did I mention, "man, i'm going to get fat."
http://joshymoony.tumblr.com/post/1414236705/whatever-youre-still-a-fat-asian-kid-and-if-you

13/2/12
Got my luggage in.  Yay!  No customs coming in a taking everything out of the bag.  It's kinda nice.  It's just as well.  I forgot to tighten the thyme, sugar, and salt shakers.  Tasty though.  Made a very interesting blend of flavor.  In my shoes, and a few pairs of clothing. D'oh!  Poker is on Mondays.  They made gumbo which was awesome.  Got busted going all in with a king high flush draw. on the river.  Unfortunately there were two flush draws on the table.  

14/2/12
The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia does not recognize Valentines Day.  Or singles awareness day, or whatever clever Facebook thing people made that day.  It was laundry and leftovers day.  I love "Kitchen Nightmares."  And falling asleep on the couch.

15/2/12
Yay, it's the weekend!  Not too much party rocking going on tonight.  I had a peanut butter and banana sandwich.  Pretty nice.  Should have gone to gym.  Decided to blog instead.  Had to poop at work.  Yup, squat toilets.  Didn't quite know how to do that.  I was able to not poop in my pants, so I consider that a victory.  Apparently there are both squat and normal, and that I just need to check.  That'll be good for days that are let's say, less solid.  TMI!
Wish I would have read this before I tried it:  
http://www.wikihow.com/Use-a-Squat-Toilet



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Note to **

Hey,

      Sorry I've been bad about writing back to you guys.  I guess it's just apathy.  The hours are definitely a little longer here, and I've been making it a point to get the proper amount of sleep, so that I can function.  I'm surprised that I do better with a routine.  So far it's wake up at 5:00, eat a bowl of cereal, get on the bus, go to work, leave around 5, 5:30, eat the other 1/2 of lunch, watch something on the slingbox, do some reading, or surfing, and go to sleep around 8:30 - 9.  Rinse and repeat.  I need to fit going to the gym in between there too.  Especially since the majority of food is high carb.  Rice with french fries on top, and hummus.

      I haven't gone exploring yet, I get home when it's dark, so there's not much to see.  I'll try to do it tomorrow, and let you all know what's out there.  Apparently there's alot, beach, gym, etc... There's a little store in the compound, so I said screw it and bought some soap, and random things.  It's pretty pricey.  Similar to gas store prices to buy things that you'd need.  The apartment is great.  It's fully furnished, and really big.  There's nothing really that I need here.  It's a king size bed which is really nice.  The internet is good, not great, enough to browse, and do short streaming.  It may not do so well with netflix, and amazon. Its been ok for slingbox.  Sometimes it'll throttle really bad, but that's not the end of the world by any means.  I should probably read more anyways.  It's a two bed 1.5 bathroom apartment.  The only thing that surprised me was that there was not a microwave in the apartment.  I'll have to go buy one.  The plugs are all Saudi type, so I do have to purchase some more adapters for all my stuff.  I was lucky that I remembered to buy a router before I left, so that I have wireless internet in the house.

As for the people here, it's interesting, and I'll know better after the weekend about what all the people do on the weekend.  The "single" people all live in apartments, and the married with kids live in townhomes.  From the hours that we work, I don't see too many people around.  Everyone seems nice, but not big about wanting to hang out.  Maybe it's because they're working as much as I am, the 10 hour days are tiring.  We have drivers that take us everywhere, including work.  It's a good thing for sure.  People drive very aggressively, maybe that's not the right word, they drive like idiots out here.  It's apparently very common to see major accidents weekly.  For example, flashing your lights gives you a free pass to cut across multiple lanes of traffic to make a turn.  The shoulder is considered a passing lane.  It's cool to see that most cars here are manual transmissions.  I need to apply for my Saudi driver's license, before I can drive a vehicle of course.

The weather has been amazing, almost cool outside.  I know that this is only temporary however.  We'll see how hot the warehouse gets.  There is a air conditioned side, and a closed side.  It has vents to let the heat out, but it will still be hot.

Work is amazing in terms of its scale and size.  I haven't ever worked bagging lines before, so it's all very new and very cool to me.  These numbers are approximate, but we have bagging machines that will take 25 kg of plastic pellets, and put them into bags, and then put the bags onto pallets all automatically at a rate of 40 bags a minute.  We have the ability to bag 230 TONS of stuff every hour.  That's a crazy amount.
http://www.webstergriffin.com/Our-Machines/Bag-Filling-Open-Mouth-Bags/Bagging-lines-automatic-UP1000

http://www.webstergriffin.com/Our-Machines/Palletizing-and-DePalletizing/Bag-Palletizing-Machine

We have over 400 people working in just the bagging department, and most of them are fork truck drivers.  The majority of them are Filipino's.  They all speak English very well which was surprising to some degree.  Everyone works hard, and is driven, which make life much easier.  Especially as crazy as it's going to be once we actually start.

The staff at the company is very diversified.  There are a required number of Saudi workers that are in different levels of the organization.  A very large number of Indians, and Filipinos are around.  The Indians and Filipinos are more laborers however, which is a shame, since most of them have 4 year college degrees, and are much more qualified.  It definitely makes me feel lucky that I was born in the states.  Everyone else is American.  I will remain at Murjan village as long as I am working for SPCo, which is nice, that I won't have to move around so much.

It's only been a week, but I can definitely tell that I'm going to miss you guys.  Everything that I've experienced, and that I am experiencing is different.  Not bad in anyways.  There isn't anything that I can say that I just hate, but will require getting used to.  When I am exposed to so many new things, it's always nice to have something familiar to come back to.  For me, it's family.  So I definitely miss you guys, and can't wait to see you all again in a couple of months.

-Huy



Oh, and to *****,
There's nothing wrong about writing blog posts about the things that interest you.  Now if the only things in the world that interest you are worldly things and guys, well that's a different story altogether.  The symbolism of cockroaches in the mind though.  Bleah.  The one thing I hate more than anything is cockroaches.  So dirty, and unnatural.  So when you have cockroach thought, all I can think of is dirty thoughts that are radiation proof about the world and boys?  Hmm... dirty thoughts about boys huh?  Tsk tsk.

You being crazy, well that's a totally different discussion.  My hands are too tired to write that novel.  :-)  You mention some pretty deep stuff.  I don't worry too much about paradigm shifts though.  Those labyrinths though can be difficult to get out of, but you just need to look at them with a different perspective.
BTW, I do miss our conversations, I'm going to have to figure out how to start those with you again.  


That's all I can think about writing right now.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Rambling, rambling, rambling

So at some point, I was considering making a very structured blog, it would start off with the highlights of the week, and a letter to someone important in my life.  Sounded like a good idea, and I'll try to maintain that at a minimum.  I think when it comes down to it, there are two reasons why people blog:
1.  To keep a diary of events that happened in their lives so that they don't forget what happened.
2.  They're bored, or feeling strongly about something, and want to vent, and no one's picking up the phone.

Based on the number of drinks I've had, I'm in category 2, but not intensely, just kinda buzzed.  And I'll continue drinking throughout, so the diction, syntax and verbiage might get worse and worse and worse.  I hope there's some hilarity.

So, what's going on in my mind right now?  I am T-minus 2 hours before I get on a plane to Frankfurt, and then to Saudi Arabia.  More specifically, Dammam, and a drive to Jubail.  Oh, I'm also in a United first class awesomeness known as the presidents's club, or whatever business class allows.  Free drinks and snack food. Not that you want to know the explicit details, but I will let you know anyways:

Three different types of crackers, wheat, sesame, and butter white.
Three different types of cheese, jalapeno jack, cheddar, and some other white cheese.
White chocolate raisins, trail mix, and that spicy mix you can buy in the stores where there is way too much pretzels, and not enough of that over-seasoned spicy one that everyone likes.  Mental note, if you eat all that cheese, make sure you're not lactose intolerant.  Bad news bears for someone.

Oh, the important part.  DRINKS:  (Free)

Beefeaters, Seagrams, Kahlua, Baileys Disarono, Jim Beam, Some Assy canadian stuff (NOT Crown, that's 8 bucks) Jose, and something I can't squint and read at the moment.

What Have I done for the last few hours you ask?
3:00 Beam and diet (i know, i know, it makes me feel better alright?)
3:15 bEAM AND DIET, (caps lock!!!!)
3:30 - Assy Canadian and diet
4:00 - White Russian
4:30 - Blogging too fast to keep up with drinks.
4:35 - Remind myself that I won't be able to drink again for like 2 weeks, until I go into Bahrain.
4:45 - Cheated in words with friends, still losing to James.  Bastard.
4:47 - Eat a Pretzel
4:47 - Realize I have to pee, but I don't want to leave all my stuff here.  Rich people don't steal right?
Answer:  Only from the poor.
4:48 -Decide to ponder the pee conundrum with another drink.
4:48 -Gin and Tonic.
4:50 - Screw it I have to pee, get nudged by some dude who smirks at me, I immediately decide to profile, and then choose not to because it's awful.
4:55 - Walk back, realizing I'm wearing compression socks in case I get deep vein thrombosis.  I feel like I should go on a run instead.  Shouldn't do it at an airport.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_vein_thrombosis
5:02 - Decide to go on reddit.  Uh oh, this will suck my soul for another hour.  Which is probably good.  i need to not drink as much.  There will be more on the plane.
http://i.imgur.com/ZA5LU.jpg  Ahhh!  Bowser
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35yibk/ Story of my life
5:09 - Me on the plane in about one hour:  http://imgur.com/BeOaE
5:20 - http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35uo9w/#by=ad Second story of my life.  Plus 1.5 inches.
5:22 - http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35v5x0/#by=ad.  And I'm out.  Thank you everyone, i'm going to see what's on the third floor.


More to come as I keep drinking and writing.  

Everyone here is really old, and better dressed than me.  At least I have my youth.  Eat that old people!  Everyone also has IPads.  Good for you.  I am the only person with an alienware laptop, and I am happy.  Albeit it weighs more than anything anyone else has, it'll kick your dad's viao all over the block bitches.  Not too many lookers, and no one is drinking as fast as me.  I freaked out the lady filling up the trail mix by saying hello.  I may not have control over the loudness of my voice.  Wasn't that in Anchorman?  She looks tired.  I'll be quiet next time.  Bartender shows me his credit card, it's a Sapphire credit card, and it's made of metal.  Very heavy.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piriformis_syndrome
Dustin did mention something about the air being really dry, and getting dehydrated might be a big problem.  I'll let you know later.  It is customary to tip the bartender a dollar per drink.  This has a 75% hit rate.  I'm quickly running out of dollars (Which is rare for me)  LOUD NOISES!  Some dude dropped something next to me.  I eeked out a fart.  Hope no one notices.  The japanese Business man may be on to me, and the dishonor in my pants.  My white Russian tastes like chocolate flavored vodka.  I think that's acceptable.  The more I drink, the less vodka I taste.  Hmm, there might be a reason for this.  Alright. That's about all i can write right now.  Oh, by the way, Darcy wrote a goodbye thing in her blog.  So mad props to that.  If you want to read about what married people do when they live in the boonies, I'll attach a link later.  It's mostly cats, coupons, cats, school, and more cat pictures. Oh, and some crazy kegger in May.  I'll update drink chart, and add anything that may come to mind in a bit.    From here refer back to time line.  I am no additional commentary.

Thank you for your patience,

Huy Dang





Friday, February 3, 2012

Week 1

Items of interest for the week:  

1.  Pretty much finished doing any of the strike breaking stuff I was required to do for work.  Not officially over, but everything should be ratified by then.  I'm betting a plane ticket on it!  :-)
http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/02/01/usa-labor-refinery-deal-idUSL2E8D10JE20120201

2.  Provided at home tech support while watching a couple of movies.

"Clash of the Titans"  (New version) - I would give it a 7/10.  Never saw the original, so I wasn't horrified by the fact that they ruined a classic.  Couldn't really connect with the protagonist enough.  Special effects were awesome.

"Repo Men"  8/10.  Interesting concept, and a surprising ending.  Kinda makes you wonder, especially as we get closer and closer to artificial hearts.  I heard an article in the new about creating a heart that runs more like a centrifugal pump, than a positive displacement pump that we're used to.  No more pulses.  The concept of the movie was interesting.  Sounds like what would happen if you privatized the organ market, and it became a monopoly on it's own.  Insert argument of regulation versus non-regulation.  At the price of 4.5 million dollars for a heart, you think that there would be a huge incentive to sell knock-off type organs, (i.e. cheap chinese knockoff organs).  Yeah, but with enough money, you could probably buy out your competition, or sue them into the ground, or send repo men of your own.  Cough cough, Mons@nto, |nBev.  Anyways, here's the article about a pulse-less heart.  Sounds good to me, I hate positive displacement pumps, when they break, they wreck, and that's never a good thing, no matter who you are.
http://www.npr.org/2011/06/13/137029208/heart-with-no-beat-offers-hope-of-new-lease-on-life

Tech support:  Easy enough.  It's very difficult to decipher someone else's spreadsheet.  Especially when it's kinda complicated.  But for me, that's one of the fun parts of engineering is taking what someone has done, and making it more efficient, more robust etc... For a start though, it's good to have someone walk you through what they were trying to do, and I was more than happy to put the TV on pause to help someone.

3.  Movers:
Yup, movers came today, and took all my stuff, put it all in boxes, and put it on a freight.  Definitely some luck in this today.  The second the movers were done, it started to rain pretty heavily.  That would have made moving suck.  Thanks to the higher ups that held off the rain.  There was a slight mishap about what was supposed to be air freight, what was supposed to be sea freight, and now unfortunately, the only thing that i'll be getting in my air freight is my guitars.  Well, it'll give me plenty of time to blog, read my kindle (thanks An!) and to learn to play this song (Gotta believe!)
http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/s/stephen_lynch/in_defense_of_a_peepshow_girl_crd.htm

4.  Ate at a Brazilian steakhouse.  Ate way too much.  Had to poop alot.  That's what it was like (minute 5:15).  The rest of it was pretty funny too though.
http://www.comedycentral.com/videos/index.jhtml?videoId=219355

5.  Flight overseas has been scheduled for February the 8th.
Houston to Frankfurt 10 hours
4hour layover
Frankfurt to Dammam 6 hours
Dammam  to Jubail.  1 hour
BUSINESS CLASS WOOHOO!
http://www.continental.com/web/en-US/content/travel/inflight/businessfirst/767.aspx

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Dear *****,

Hey, so sorry for not getting back to you sooner, it seems like it's been getting busier and busier.  I find that I go at two very different speeds, either 100% full throttle ballz to the wall, or 0% trying to out lazy the sofa.  (The sofa always wins, but not without a fight).  I guess that's part of my personality.  If I'm coasting at a comfortable pace, I always feel like I should be trying harder.  Then I push it, until I overexert, and get burnt out.  Then I get bored of being burnt out, and go back in again guns blazing.  It can be a good thing, but it makes it pretty difficult to sync with other people, and when you're out of sync, then it can be really difficult on friends.  I think I already told you this, but that's one of the things about being an ISTP.  When I took this test, I was an ISTJ.  The difference between the J and the P being order and closure versus freedom and spontaneity.  I find it kinda funny that it's probably more to do with my operations job in which you have to learn to go with the flow, adapt to different situations, and be willing to not get anything done that day.  When I'm happy and confident I stick to the "P" and I can accomplish anything.  When I'm nervous, or anxious I go back to the "J" and set goals, and lists, and methodically tackle the issue.  Man, I was born to be an engineer or what?

Your update to your blog prompted me to make mine.  Nothing too exciting in it of course, but it'll have to do until I can skype you or something. Although, knowing how you go to bed like a Grandma at 8:00, and I'm 9 hours ahead, i'm pretty sure the only way of contact with you is via email, blog or a pre-recorded webcam show.  (I'll waive the 19.99 per month fee for the first month, since you're my friend and all)

You put two things in your post that i'll comment on.  I'll talk about the latter first:
Hamster on wheel:  Yup, I agree with what you've said.  I think that you're making a good decision regarding moving to a different job.  I wish I could tell you which one to take instead, but I can't.  You're way too much of a free spirit to be told what you should do.  I think the slum lord is a great idea!  (Kidding) Ultimately you need to make your own job, where you are your own boss, and make your own hours. And believe it, there will be lots of hours involved.  But, you'll be happy, and the hours will fly by, and you'll be content at the end of the day.  So when you're a successful entrepreneur at the age of 40 and still single, the offer of marriage still stands, haha.

In response the first part of your post, it's a very sobering thought to be honest.  I've always believed that I've had a very spiritual side, and that a higher power is watching over us.  Now whether you believe that the being affects your everyday life, or whether they were there just to create the spark (aka big bang, and then leave everything to itself) is more of a religious one, and I won't start that in the blog, since nothing except for yelling at each other with no slid facts is probably the only thing that will come out of it.  I'll be honest, one of the things that my dad told me, and I think I told you at some point, was that I was very in touch with my spiritual side, and that prayer, would get me through anything.  I hadn't done it for a while, until my dad mentioned it.  Once he did, I started again, and to be honest, it definitely helps, on days when I don't feel very good, or when I feel hopeless, or when I am anxious.  Now if this was all a hoax, I don't know what I would do.  It would be very lost I think.  As an engineer, faith is one of the most difficult things to swallow, since there is very little proof to mark its legitimacy.  And there shouldn't be.  If there was, it wouldn't be fate.  And that's the key point for me, when we don't have the answers to something, and we are left to believe, the world, and the things around it are exactly as we perceive them to be.  The world is a cold cruel world only if we believe it to be.  I am a strong believer in free will. If you believe in the theory of alternate realities, every time we have a opportunity to make a decision, each of the options happens.  It's up to us to decide which reality we want to see, and at the end, the one thing I know I made the right decision about is to stay your friend, because that's a reality that I want to be in.  :-)

Friend always,

Huy