The other person that like this arrangement is Kenneth, our driver. He basically shows up and crashes in his BQ till quitting time. The life!
Today though, due to extenuating circumstances, we had to go by road and let me say this, I was a little agitated. Traffic! One thing I did miss though is the random drama you just see on the roads. I won't go into the graphic details.
Among the many things we saw this morning was a guy who appeared to be showing off his gut. I took a picture. Amy asked why.
In an earlier blog, I talked about how seemingly boring my life is as an accountant. I want to emphasize something though; I am truly grateful to God for everything he's given me including a great family and church that pray for me consistently and very importantly a wife who can stand me.
As far as my life, I like it and occasionally, I find ways to spice it up.
Recently, to break the monotony of sitting in front of a computer screen, I began taking walks around the premises (it's pretty large). It takes about 7 - 10 minutes to walk to Amy's office or to the main building and since I am getting fat, I figure it will reduce the fat building rate.
*Caution* If the title hasn't scared you away yet, you might be interested in the story from this point.
Two weeks ago on one of my walks, I spotted this guy...
At first, I wondered if s/he was the owner of the bike or looking to move it. Then I realized, s/he was probably like me...trying to get some sweat on.
I debated asking someone to get rid of him/her but I thought to myself, s/he probably stumbled into here and will eventually wonder back out.
Then early last week...
|So much confidence|
I thought to myself, how can this chicken survive this place?! We have tractors and trailers and cars zipping through this premises not to mention the millions of liters of petroleum products being dispensed into these vehicles. How can this guy survive.
Amy and I decided to give "it" a name.
Tyson the lonely chicken.
I got to tell you this, running into Tyson daily brings a smile to my face.
I can't believe I am talking about a chicken here.
On Thursday, I came to work as usual. I didn't see Tyson all day. Friday, the same thing. I feared the worst.
Alas! All mourning of Tyson appeared to be premature! As I stepped off the boat Monday morning, I saw Tyson and this time, he was anything but alone.
|Tyson, not so alone anymore|
|Up close and personal|
I don't know how this story will end. I fear that Tyson might either die prematurely or mutate into a weird creature. Amy seems to think that death by cancer is most likely.
Another likely outcome of this story is that I might have to check myself into a mental facility.
If you are still reading by this point, you may have to check yourself in as well. But you'll do so knowing that I appreciate it.