Life of an international playboy

As mentioned in my previous brief post, the lack of presence here is due to a new job. It's not like I haven't wanted to post here, or had things to post about. No siree bob. My life has been a constant stream of bloggable events.
Actually that's a lie. I've been working my boney white ass off. Probably like I have never done before. Or for a very, very long time. To illustrate this point I'm currently posting from Gate 38 of the South Terminal of Gatwick airport. Up until a month or so ago I had been commuting weekly to Yahoo in Hamburg for the past few months, monday in London, Hamburg in the afternoon and then back to good ol' Blighty on the Thursday. I've just started doing it again and it's an interesting experience, the life of an international playboy, and it really is as truly as exciting as you can imagine.

Ok that's not entirely true and by entirely I mean not at all.

I hate airports.
I hate the smell (which, thanks to the smoking ban has been transformed from a smokey, greasy food, wet dog and tax free perfume smell to just greasy food, wet dog and tax free perfume smell) I hate the people, I hate the families, I hate the grannies, I hate the brits who queue for their plane too early and the Germans who refuse to adhere to any kind of queuing manners at all. I hate the cheap airline, the wasted hours, the crap tea, the delays, the stress and the turbulence.
Apart from that traveling each week on the red eye is a joy. Especially the 4.30 start, followed by a 12 hour day in the office and then dinner in a hotel food dispensary of some sort or the nearest place that I can understand the menu and they don't put bacon on everything.

It's great.
I love my life!

The best of it is I finish at Yahoo! this week, no more traveling there after tuesday. That means, hopefully a much more settled lifestyle, more blogging again, proper working hours and home cooked food more often. Not as glamorous as being an International Playboy but it'll do.

And the best thing, I'll be able to write about my experience working for Yahoo! and that my friend, is a whole different story...