I will be be out of the office for the next 3 weeks on vacation in Fiji. During this time, I will be online via VPN and checking email as regularly as possible given the extent of my cell coverage. I’m also making a trip to port vila during which time I’ll be unavailable. I’ll send a follow up to this email with a more strict communications plan as soon as I arrive and get my bearings.
Here are the points of contact for each product (contact them in order of appearance) while I’m away:
[names not disclosed]
My goal in taking this trip (so suddenly) is to spend some quality time with my step dad who has been sailing around the world for the last 3 years. (more on that here: http://www.scholarshipvoyage.com/) We’re doing a passage between Nadi and Port Vila and will be traveling around some of the other islands as well.
Finally, an HUGE Thank You to everyone who will be making adjustments to accommodate my absence, I greatly appreciate it!
I’ll be in touch, and look forward to seeing all of you when I return!
Manager, Customer Marketing Solutions
ENFP with strength of the preferences as percentages
Extraverted – 56%
Intuitive – 62%
Feeling – 12%
Perceiving – 44%
Descriptions: one, some careers
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who am I worries
torturing my guts; twisting my nuts
I can’t go on like this!
found my happy place
where they love me
respectfully in their underwear
Gasp Gasp Gasp
Not working, shit
some urine leaked out
Now I’m sweaty and wet
forget me and what i’ve got to say
I’m making a b line for the end of this day
but first i’ve got something important to do
I’ve got to say what I’ve got to say to you
It doesn’t matter if I’m sweaty and sick,
I’m gonna get through it through the thick of it.
I took a creative writing class in 2006 .. below are the poems I wrote for the topics of a memory, a list of words, and an object.
each breath a broken struggle
hungry for the end of a long life lived
what are you waiting for?
we’re all here now
so sad to see you go
we love you
I love you
I love you
after the pinch of the needle
I hear a soft voice coming from a cave
at the bottom of a jagged cliff
an emaciated african girl
holding a small wooden bowl
filled with blackberries
she eats them by the handful.
she looks at me and smiles.
blue-black teeth and starry eyes welcome me to my dream.
tiny folds at the end of each link
a Ball Park’s belly button
who cares what’s in it
ten in a package
eight buns per bag
I eat the extras raw