There comes a point in everyone’s life when they must ask the inevitable, life-defining question: “Are people really going to keep reading my blog now that I am back in the US, even though I have no exciting adventures of which to speak each week?” While the majority of magic Eight Balls in the world are probably reading “don't count on it” at this very moment (besides that really old ball which can’t seem to catch the cube on anything legible), I shall continue to write on, until I come to my own self-realization that my life is… well… just not that exciting.
On the eve of my 3rd week anniversary back in the States, I am actually quite relieved that the transition into my “past life” has been fairly easy. With Nintendo Wii only 26.5 steps away from my bed, a cute little dog of which I have no responsibility over to play with at any moment, and of course countless friends with which to Gchat each day, I have been able to keep my mind off those things I miss back in Africa (Royal Oak really should invest in building a mountain, placing some sort of ocean a few blocks away, and maybe replacing the people with more Charlize Theron lookalikes)
With a to-do list that was a part-time job in itself, I eventually managed to whittle away the majority of items (fixing my garbage disposal was probably the most rewarding), and commenced my focus on rejoining the world of the working man. Without any true goal in mind in regards to potential jobs, I decided instead to “play the field,” and see what options were available to me. Should I rejoin the ranks of my past job, and continue on as a Healthcare Consultant, improving the efficiency of hospitals across the country? Or would my days be better spent delivering mail along a 12 block radius for the United States Postal Service, avoiding angry dogs and the potential onslaught of Mother Nature? Would the Assistant Management position at Little Caesar’s provide me with unlimited Hot N Ready’s, fulfilling a lifelong dream of my roommate Joe Stein. Or would my life feel more complete entering in mass amounts data for any of the 673 companies on Craigslist now hiring Data Entry Specialists at a staggering average rate of $0.50/hr?
No, instead my search took me elsewhere, pointing me in the direction of a career with as much future potential as an ex-Alaskan Beauty Queen with a bit of a dirty schoolteacher look to her (well, up until a few weeks ago that life had no potential). Yes, that is right. My search ended me at the job where it all started: Valet Parking Attendant. The job I took at age 16, driving other people’s cars when I, myself, was not tall enough to even drive my own (at least I was tall enough not to rely on the two pillows which helped me through my days at Drivers Ed). Yes, this was the job for me! Thus, after a few phone calls, a couple emails, I was on my way to St. John’s Hospital in Detroit, interviewing for the part-time position of Valet Parker.
To summarize my interview experience:
Manager: So tell me Mark, what qualifies you for this position?
Me 1 (What I ACTUALLY said): Well, as a very driven individual, I am not only experienced in this type of position, I am also very dependable, a hard worker, and very personable which I understand is an important attribute to have when dealing with clientele.
Me 2 (What I WANTED to say): Ummmm.. I valeted for six years… I think that’s kinda all ya need…
Manager: And what would you say your strengths are?
Me 1: Well, as mentioned before, I am dependable, hard working. I am very motivated, and always willing to take assignments to the next level. I am very sociable and personable, and work very well with others.
Me 2: Ummm, I can drive a car? And I valeted for SIX years… are we seriously still talking?
Manager: And your weaknesses? What would past employers say were some negatives?
Me 1: I am quite confident that while past employers would primarily have positive things to say in regards to my work ethic, they would most likely see my passion for perfection as a potential weakness.
Me 2: Ummm, I’m maybe TOO good at driving cars??
Manager: Ok, well we will have to get back to you
Me 1: Great, thank you so much for meeting with me.
Me 2: Ummm, seriously?? Do I need SEVEN years experience for this job?
And although I still have not received official word back of my potential employment at St. John’s Hospital, I have already decided to pass on the $7.50/hr with no benefits salary, as well as the bi-daily 50 minute bus ride which already has turned me off from the Detroit Public Transport system for life (if that mind-numbing noise wasn’t the back axle falling off, I don’t know what it was). Nevertheless, the search continues on (insert inspirational music… most likely from any given scene in an Indiana Jones movie once treasure has been obtained)
Aside from the job search, a few other semi-stimulating activities have fulfilled my hours:
- Kickball Tournament – With almost 400 days passed since my last kickball game (my only source of exercise pre-South Africa), I was more than excited to be able to partake in the Red Rubber Shootout. Joining 11 teammates representing Google of Ann Arbor, we successfully won all five of our games, officially providing me with my first ever co-ed kickball championship! Did you hear that Mom?! I’m a champion! A CHAAAAMPION!!!!
- Qdoba – My drought from Qdoba (and Mexican food as a whole) is officially over as of three hours ago, thanks to a delicious Chicken Ranchera Burrito with pico de gallo, a little bit of cheese and “that’s it” (aka lettuce to my server’s ears). I’m a champion Mom!! A CHAAAMPION!!!!
- Dentist Appt - Although it had only been a year since my last dentist appointment, and my brushing over this past year was on par with the best of them, my time in South Africa unfortunately provided me with my first ever cavity (make that two + three additional "watch spots")! Although I thought I could survive the deadly combination of non-flouride-filled water, and a severe addiction to South African candy, my mouth, which once was the poster child for dentists across the globe, is now its degenerate twin brother. I hang my head in shame...
Well, while I could go on in regards to the other activities that have filled my days over these past few weeks (e.g. riding my bike as I am too stubborn to buy a car in America's most unwalkable city), I instead will leave it at that.
Onto the pics:
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Back in the US - The Job Search Begins
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Farewell to South Africa...
Although my departure from South Africa occurred a mere seven days ago, and for the past week I have slowly forced my conscious to accept the reality that I am back in the States (which way do I look when crossing the road again?), I still must pay tribute to the amazing country which I called home for this past year. A country that provided me with so many memories, so many lifelasting experiences, that to not provide such acknowledgment would be as insulting as a John McCain political ad (holy hell, how have you all dealt with this crap for the past 12 months?!).
With all that I have experienced in this past year, the only way I can properly summarize my quarter-life crisis is through the commemeration of all that I will miss from my time in South Africa (and of course those aspects of life that will be missed as much as a severe onset of … well… use your imagination). Thus, I leave you with my final South Africa blog. It’s been lekka bru!
What I Will Miss:
Honorable Mention:
- The Food: Every meal an orgy in my mouth (always wanted to say that)
- The Chocolate: More mouth orgies
- The Orgies: Don't worry Mom, everyone was Jewish
What I will NOT miss:
Well, I unfortunately must bid you all adieu (how is that still a saying?). I hope you all have enjoyed my year in South Africa as much as I have. And although my adventures in the Southern Hemisphere have come to an end, my new journey through unemployment has already commenced. Thus, I hope you all look forward to future updates on my life.
With no job, no car, and no sense of purpose, it’s gonna be one helluva ride! Til next time. ;)
Friday, August 15, 2008
The Ultimate Road Trip: Wild Coast and Beyond
WARNING: Unlike my past blog, this blog contains humor, sarcasm, and a fair share of eccentric statements. If you are unprepared for this style of writing, and prefer my serious manner of blogging, please seek medical treatment immediately. If no physicians are located in the nearby vicinity, please concentrate deeply while reading the below quotation (this should help alleviate any symptoms of seriousness):
“Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.”- Jack Handey
With less than a month until my final departure from South Africa, and one of my longtime friends Jim Dailey (aka Jjjjjjjjjjjjjjim) in-town for a visit, I decided the perfect way to end my journey in South Africa would be with… well.. another journey in South Africa. Thus, after a week of showing Jim around Cape Town, we, as well as my friend Diaz (aka Diego the killer pimp), set off for my final Southern Africa road trip. Driving along the coast from Cape Town to Kruger National Park, our two week expedition was an amazing way to end my time here in South Africa.
Trip Themes/Highlights:
- Driving almost 3,000 miles in a period of 12 days, helping fulfill my goal of driving what has felt like the equivalent of the world’s circumference during my 12 months here in Africa (I think I’m actually closer to ½ the circumference = ~20,000KM).
- The Wild Coast / Transkei – Region of South Africa that truly represents “Africa”– Mud/thatch huts, women walking with baskets on their heads, poorly translated English signs that make little-to-no-sense, cows aimlessly wandering down the middle of the National Highway (aka one-lane pot-hole-filled road with countless stop signs) and of course amazing and untouched coastal scenery that would make any condo developer wet themselves in excitement.
o Hole In The Wall Hike – A four hour hike that probably was one of the highlights of my year in South Africa. Alongside our two trusty guides (2 border collies that decided to lead us on our path in exchange for a few bites of PB&J), we hiked along sheer cliffs, passing by village after village, until reaching our final destination of Hole in the Wall (see pic below).
o Attempting to speak Xhosa – The official language of the Transkei -- When letters become too much, clicks are the only appropriate filler. Our favorite word in Xhosa: Qwa Qwa = Click + Wa, Click + Wa
o Learning to surf – Thanks to an amazing 15 minute lesson from Diaz, both Jim and I managed to successfully surf some “wicked swells” that would even make Twiggy Baker squeamish (hopefully at least one person gets this reference to the world’s most famous surfer)
o The Irish Girls – While we couldn’t understand about 85% of what they said, the fact they laughed a lot and enjoyed our obsession with Paul Walker made them a blog-worthy highlight. “Owwer gayme of kehngs was thee craic!”
- Being EXTREEEEEEME! – This includes, but is not limited to the following: Scuba Diving with Sharks (~20 ragged tooth sharks were within a few feet of me), jumping the world’s highest gorge swing (333 ft), attempting to pose on every near-death-sheer-cliff we found and of course drinking Red Bulls while exclaiming “I’m so extreeeeeeme!”
- Our favorite words to repeat over and over throughout any given conversation: Nedbank, Oribi Gorge, Uzumbe, Gesluit, Macro, Coffee Bay (only allowed to be said in chant-like form) and Paul Walker (no explanation needed)
o The Ultimate Combo Sentence: That Nedbank sure did Gesluit my Oribi Gorge last night, but luckily I got to Macro Paul Walker’s Uzumbe at Coffee Bay! Coffee Bay! Coffee Bay! (yes Mom/Dad, your son is a little strange… just love and accept me)
- Stomping – When various aspects of T.I.A affected our journey (i.e. out-of-control riots shutting down the highway, inability to find food, driving endlessly down unmarked dirt roads), the only appropriate way to deal with the situation was through loud stomps with one’s foot onto whatever surface lay beneath (car floor, sidewalk, sand, grassy knoll). This immediately helped calm one’s frustration, as well as spark foot stomps from the other two in our group, in-turn producing laughter.
- Climbing to Tugela Falls – Although our hike to the 2nd highest waterfall in the world (aka a small puddle of pee that semi-drips about 3,110 ft to the ground below) was quite breathtaking, the fact that we had spent almost $75 to be led along a path as difficult to follow as a Taco Bell bathroom sign put a dampener on the day. However, add a little snow in Africa at the top of the Drakensberg Mountains, losing our tennis ball over the edge of the cliff, and of course several heart-to-hearts with our local guide Zee, and the day was a true success.
- My 5th visit to Kruger National Park – Although I have still failed to see Cheetah (as well as any Polar Bears mating with Llamas), I did finally witness my first kill… well, post-kill that is. While the picture below does better justice than my description, we spent about an hour watching a female lioness and her cubs gnaw away at a recently-deceased buffalo, all while vultures galore attempted to sneak up upon the buffalo to satisfy their own cravings (they didn’t even come close). Pretty much recreated what its like to get the “shaft” as a Discovery Channel videographer – “Bill, go videotape those Lions sleeping in the brush, and don’t come back until you capture something exciting and worthwhile.”
- Our final day:
o 5:30AM – Wake up
o 6:00AM – 11:00AM – Morning Game Drive at Kruger
o 11:00AM – 4:00PM – Drive 200 miles to Jo’Burg (includes avoiding out-of-control truck that came within 2 feet of making this blog an “after-life special”)
o 4:00PM – 5:00PM – Unsuccessfully search through about 1000 “unclaimed bags” at the airport in hopes of finding Lindsay’s lost bag from my past group of guests (includes finding an unclaimed anchor that someone had left behind… yes, an anchor)
o 5:30PM – 7:30PM – Fly to Cape Town (unable to sleep due to near comatose man’s elbow penetrating my kidney throughout entire flight)
o 7:30PM – 9:30PM - Eat/Shower/Change/Attempt to take a 15 second nap
o 9:30PM – 4:00AM – Mercury Monday – My final night at one of my favorite bars in Cape Town / South Africa / The World / The Universe
o 4:00AM – 4:03AM – Devour quite possibly my last late-night-drunken pie (I believe roasted chicken was the filler of choice this evening)
o 4:04AM - Sleep
Well, that about covers it. With my departure from South Africa only a few days away, I hope to have another “recap” blog before I leave. No promises however. With no flat, no car, and limited access to internet, my remaining time here in Cape Town involves a lot of walking, catching mini taxis, and chanting “USA! USA! USA!” whenever passing by a newspaper headline featuring Michael Phelps (most recent: “Phew, Phelps gets his 5th!”)
Onto the pics: