Back!!

Well, back to Asia. After 3 flights, I am finally back to Asia. And yes, suffering jet lag all over again (The time is now 5:30am) But I got myself a french press so I can make coffee at home. Hopefully I would be able to contain myself the next few days. The trip was definitely better than I expected. To start, I wasn't confident to teach people something that I only learn a month ago. Even though my boss kept saying it is fine cause I have technical background, I still think he has more confident in me than myself. Secondly, not able to test the connection before leaving because people are still working on it make me VERY nervous. And the training material, I got it the day I arrived in Denver. But thing do seem to go well. And now I am back. I sometimes wonder if my body can adjust heat that well. It was snowing in Denver on Wednesday and now it must be 30 degree. Would my body think I am torturing it? Probably.

One interesting thing I notice on my flight from Seattle to Tokyo is that there are some US army on board. Well, at first I was guessing those guys are either US army or football players. But the flight attendants asked everyone to show their passport or some id if you are in army. So that clear the question. One guy sat closed by me. The most interesting thing I found is that he doesn't eat any food on the plane. That 10 hours he brought his own food. So now I wonder if it is because of US army rule? Or airplane food is just too yucky? For me, I think after 3 flights, I tried every combination of airplane food that United has.

Bookroom Robbery

From my training in Toronto back in March that I know OMF has a book room. And they have a list of books that I would like to get. I didn't get it back then cause I figured the Singapore office must have it too and it would save me luggage space to get it in Singapore. But one month later, I still haven't figured out where their book room is. So this time when I am in US, I figured I would go find the book room. Monday morning, book room was my first top. I told the guy who works in the book room that I am looking for some books. He asked which one. I said for sure one the title Killing Field. He then smiled and brought me to his desk. He opened his drawer and gave me that book. He told me that the cover was a bit scratch so he can't sell it. But he kept it anyway just in case. And that is the only copy he has left. And he will just give it to me. I was stunned to hear that. I was going to just get it anyway even though the cover was a bit scratched. I didn't expect it to be free. So I thank him and keep looking around. I found the other two books that I want and going to pay. Here he is again, searching thru his drawer and found me the two books both with the cover tiny scratches. Now I am even more shocked. He was happily give me those book and I felt like I robbed his book room :D But I am happy to walk out with a pile of free books.

Starbucks Guy

So after a month of hot and humid Southeast Asia, here I am back to North America again. I am running some training session in Denver. The first thing I arrived is NOT going to Starbucks. In fact, the coffee in US office is quite alright that I am surviving quite well. But I did go on the weekend. I got my usual drink, brought my book and relaxing. Suddenly a noise THUMP and the guy on the table close to me dropped his drink on the floor. It splashed everywhere. Luckily, it didn't get on my clothes (I was wearing white!) but just my arm and couple drop on my face. He apologized and went to get a mop. I figured I would go the washroom to clean up. Not sure if it is safe to leave my drink around, I took it with me. While I was cleaning up, I swang and THUMP. My drink dropped at the EXACT same way the guy did and now I made a mess in the washroom. ERRRRR. So I went back out to get a mop. That guy was cleaning up the floor with a towel. I asked him for the towel and told him what happened. I was debating if I should get another drink. But being a poor missionary I figured it may not be good to get two Starbucks in one day. But that guy felt bad splashing me and bought me a drink. :) No Ray, I didn't ask for his name or phone number. :)