As I’ve been telling just about anyone I’ve been writing, I’m mad for a steak and cheese sandwich from 2 Chefs! Beef is not very good here – I miss hamburgers and hot dogs, too, but chicken is organic and free range. I suppose it’s a positive flip side to being a poor country – agriculture hasn’t quite caught up with technology and chemicals.

I’m taking a cab home from work today. I’m getting sick of being dependent on others to get around town. I spend endless hours waiting around sometimes, it’s an incredible inconvenience, and not being able to do and go as I please drives me crazy.

Work is good. I got paid some USD and some VND. My VND wad is about 3 inches thick. It’s easy to feel rich here, even when I’m making less now than I did at age 13, fifteen years ago. Of course, I made less than I did at age 13 when I lived in NY, and considering the cost of living difference between NYC and Sai Gon, I’m in a pretty good place.

At work, I have 2 superiors who are flexible and great, I’m in a relatively autonomous position, and I have 2 people who help me get my work done. Soon we’re going to make greeting cards – design, write, and draw – which will be fun. Greeting Card Creator is one of the jobs I have on my “List of Jobs to have in my Lifetime” list. I have for years kept a list of jobs I’d like to have one day. Of course, these cards will be written in Vietnamese, so I won’t be of much help in the copywriting department. Maybe one day I’ll fulfill my “Toy Engineer” job wish.

Homeward bound. I’m starving.