I was fully four hours early for work today. There was a mix up with the schedule, and while my boss swears she told me, I don't believe her. I came at 8, and I could have come at half past 12. BAH. I thought about going back home, but honestly the less driving I do in this city the better.

I'm doing very well these days at chess on facebook. Out of 45,000 users I'm in the 92nd percentile (ranked about 3300th right now), and since probably half of the people who are higher cheat with chess programs, that's a pretty good rank for an honest player.
I play people sometimes and I know they're cheating. The game gets tough and their position tight, and suddenly their moves become extremely intelligent and heavily abstract. Especially at amateur level chess, it's not difficult to see when moves make a dramatic increase in quality.


So I think in January after work ends in Korea, I'm going to travel a bit. I'm looking at two particular ideas, the first being to attend a muai thai fight camp in Thailand for a month (learn something new, and see Thailand), or the Annapurna Circut (20ish-day trek) in Nepal. Or both.

And when I get home, who ever said I have to do something academic? maybe I'll pool my monies together, take out a loan, and buy a business. There's a successful deli on sale right now in downtown vic (I'm looking at the MLS listings), just to give an example. I think I'd be darn good at running a small business of that sort, and I wouldn't have to deal with bosses anymore (other than the tax man). I have a general problem with authority, to be frank... especially incompetent authority and especially arbitray authority. Whatever I do for a career, I want to be my own boss.

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