Everything's coming up Norway

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Scotland

I'm off to Scotland tomorrow! Woo!

The great thing about having a parent that travels a lot is that even if you live far apart, you get to see them often.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Rock, Paper, Chuck

Ok, so this one was a lot funnier in my head. Ah well, you win some, you lose some.

Saddam:
So, Chuck, you ready for our big game? I'm not gonna go easy on you this time. And you know, I still haven't forgiven you for wiping out half of my army in one day...


Chuck:
Don't fuck with Chuck.

Saddam:
*Sigh* I know, I know. It's just a game, alright? Jesus, you're hard to get along with. Are you ready?

Chuck:
Chuck Norris doesn't sleep. He waits.

Saddam:
...riiight. Whatever you say, Chuck.
"Scissors!"


Chuck:
"Chuck Norris"

Saddam:
What the hell is that, Chuck? You can't play as yourself.

Chuck:
No? I disagree. Paper beats rock, rock beats scissors, and scissors beats paper, but Chuck Norris beats all 3 at the same time.

Saddam:
Damnit, I underestimated him again.

So... how do you feel about Norway... permanently?

So I've been told that the training program that I am in will no longer continue, and that they (the company) would like me to take a full-time position somewhere. While unfortunate that the program is not going to continue, the news didn't come as a huge shock. There is nothing wrong with taking a full time position, I really like the company and they have been fantastic to me so far; it just means a change in focus, career choices, and the like. It's not wrong, just different.

What comes as a bigger shock than the company wanting me to take a full time position, is the pressure I am getting from the business development group here in Norway for me to stay full-time. Now that's a much bigger decision. They are currently recruiting to find someone to do my job on a permanent basis, and I've been told that if I want the job, it's mine. And as frustrating as the job can be (details, details, details), it's more responsibility and challenge than I would ever have imagined having at this age... but it's in Stavanger.

So, do I pack up and move permanently to a ridiculously wealthy and expensive, but small oil town, or try to make it back to arguably the most livable city in the world? Both of these options aside, moving permanently (or temporarily) to London, Sydney, Glasgow, Singapore, or another city has also been thrown around as an option. What ever happened to simplicity and staying in the same place for a few years?! In the past eight years I haven't stayed in the same city for more than three years... and I've been in four cities.

How did my life become so complicated?