Work, Fate, and the South Poll
Well people, after a lovely two weeks of doing absolutely nothing, I’ve started working again. For those that know me, you know I am Mateer and Harbert’s most faithful employee. I have been at the M&H law firm for a total of three years calendar time and oh what a ride it’s been. Currently–and probably for the entire summer for that matter–I am working on this massive destruction project in which I sort old files and slate them to be destroyed. Sounds like fun doesn’t it? At least I get an office with a computer and a view. Hehe. I can safely say that M&H is very good to me and by far the best working experience I’ve ever had–which isn’t saying much considering all I can compare it to is Publix which was a complete hell hole.
I speak of fate this evening because sometimes it’s funny how things work out the way they do. I mean, ever go car shopping only to find out your friend’s mom is selling a car and a guy you work with’s brother is opening a dealership? Anyway, that’s not exactly what I came to talk about. The other night in a fit of boredom online a friend asked for a random word and a random number. So I gave her the first word into my head, Westminster, and–of course–the number 316 (if you don’t know, it’s probably best not to ask). Anyway, come to find out she searched Yahoo! for Westminster and looked up the 316th result. What was it? Interestingly enough it was an ad to combat litter in Regent’s Park, which can be found here. So in turn she gave me a random word (hippopotamus) and a random number (23) and I searched on Google (I like it better even though they use Yahoo for the most part). The result? A poem by T.S. Eliot entitled “The Hippopotamus.” The poem is pretty cool actually and can be found here, at the resulting page. What does this have to do with fate? Probably nothing but it was a lot of fun and the results were pretty cool.
Anyway, my final topic tonight can be classified into the “what in the hell is wrong with people” section of my website. Yesterday a British man named Pen Hadow completed a 64 day walk. First off, what kind of name is Pen? Oh boy. Anyway, where did he walk to you ask? Oh, just from the northernmost human settlement in Canada to the geographical North Pole, a distance of 478 miles. But get this, ’cause the story does get better, he didn’t just walk–he swam too. I mean what an idiot. AND he did utilize any food or supply drops that treks to the North Pole usually require, he carried all his stuff with him. Evidently he’s some sort of crazy hiking guide that takes people on trips to both the North and South Poles. Regardless though, how boring could 64 days alone be? At least he was able to talk to people via a satellite phone–until the battery died. Somehow he managed to keep a diary online throughout the course of this his trip and you can read that here. Anyway, I gotta give the guy some credit because I mean, it’s not something I could do–not that I would want to but hey, that’s the way it is right?