The other day, actually the past two weeks or so, I was in a bit of a slump. I blame the heat for the most part, but it just happened to be the kind of day that I was content to not even get dressed and instead just order take out while watching Netflix shows that I don't even care much about.
It happens.
So, to get out of it, on Wednesday, I decided to play a game with myself. I started listing all of the interesting things that have happened in my life. My thought was that if I'm the kind of person who would lay around in bed all day doing fokol (yes, this is a post about South Africa, so we're getting right in to it), it would be a short list. It was not. It was rather extensive and rather, well, interesting. I was kind of impressed with myself.
It lead me to realize that I haven't talked much about South Africa in specific terms. I mostly talk in general terms to customers on the other side of the bar. "Hey Pete, how was South Africa? What's it like?" "Well...[launches in to a fairly standard speech about the political/social issues]." But I don't talk much about what I did. In the interest of explaining how interesting I am, here is the story of (simultaneously) one of the coolest and worst jobs I ever had.
(A disclaimer: I'm feeling long-winded tonight and I figure I owe you something on the longer side after my summer vacation.)
The Time I was a Driver for a Liquor Store in South Africa
I've mentioned this fact before, but like most of what happened in SA, not in detail. It was something of a passing curiosity and I think the reason I never talked too much about it was because I chalked it down to the long list of odd jobs I've had. Food service, retail, whatever category being a carny falls into and lots of others, I've had a lot of interesting jobs. So I think I glossed over it.