Workaholism: Hazards and Benefits

"You have a good head on your shoulders," Moose told me. It was the second time that I had heard that in about one week, and I was just someone pressed envisioning what exactly would that do not have a good head on their shoulders. A bobble-head doll was, as far as I know if Carl interrupted again:

"Excuse me, but can you out of my way? If you do not, I am gonna pee my pants."

I had bought my plane ticket on extremely short notice and therefore punished with perhaps the worst seat in the entire aircraft. 18B. After the arrival and seating me next to a small boy in the window seat, I thought that would be the extent of the punishment-an annoying my child. "Hello," he said with a loud cry before I even had a chance, my court, "I am Carl." Carl was small, about the Grae a small bobcat, and had these piercing annoying personality, which I am sure his mother and teachers labeled as inquisitive .

I always sat as Carl yelped my ear over a number of things, from the new sneakers he scored for his birthday, his shaky nipper, I believe, was determined to come during our time together. Carl was in the middle shows its immediacy when the reality in the next few hours set in. A large walrus of a man appeared in our series, the shadow darkening his frame about half of the cabin. The man looked at his place, then looked at Carl and me, as if we somehow part of the problem. "Why are you so fat?" Carl out.

Children out my graten respect, when it comes, will be blunt and Carl, with a question that had impressed me. "Well," the fat man said, "I think I eat a lot." You can say that again , I thought I could myself.

"Jeez, I could fit four me in your belly!" Carl was really speaking from his heart, and I could not help but smirk with permission. The man sat down and wedged between the armrests, like an overstuffed sausage request. In an effort to comfort him, I haute a little closer to the Carl Moose (as we would come to find out) some additional space.

Moose was a native Florida, Panama direction for what he described as "a real estate venture company." He wore one of those futuristic ears with his cell phone, allowing him to his hands for other things, like eating. On his Fae were some of the graten therapeutic shoes I have ever seen in the vicinity of the Grae of footballs. When he was asked why I go to Panama, I told him that I was a shark professional breeders and mosses that (like most people) have never had a professional breeder Hai before, I was able to explain to him what It was only I . Carl has a real interest in my profession, calling the industry-typical questions like, "I sharks fart?" And "poop sharks?"

Moose was fifty nine. He and his co-77 million baby boomers are in the group that is targeted for Panama's current real estate surge. He is part of a psychographic is ready, simply to retire, move somewhere new, and start again. In addition to the baby boomers is the late twenties to early forties demographic: Panama need to groom for the future generation Xers generation is characterized by great challenges, international tosses, and everything other than the typical corporate manager. People like mosses are tired and frustrated by the chronic labour addiction and ready for something new. When I heard him using phrases like "start to live again" and "a danger for once, I knew that things would be good, waiting for him in Panama.

" I do not have a whole lot of (money), "said Moose, "But I am really excited to see where what I do brings me. What is life without a little risk?"

The flight to Panama City was marked by deafening chatter and zero breathing room. But Moose, a symbolic perspective, and for that I was happy. Not everyone can easily and leave for a tropical paradise, but for some, it is not as far away as they think. When the plane finally landed, and all on their mobile phones, there was a chorus of ringing in the forest canyons. A woman, after hearing the news on her telephone in mid-flight, burst out crying, which eventually melted into tears.

"What's wrong?" Carl asked. "An alligator ate my dog!" Heulte them. "An alligator ate teapot!" Everyone on the plane gasped, and it was true: sometime during the flight, a gefraiger alligator had climbed from a lake near his home and eaten their beloved nine-year-old llhasa apso. The tragedy happened is completely out of the picture blue.

I teapot was planning what they do in the evening or maybe think about what they want to eat for an afternoon snack. What teapot did not know was that life, or more precisely a 5-foot alligator, had other plans for her. I picture teapot and the fear that must be running through their eyes, just before the final kill, perhaps wish that they had eaten, the extra biscuits that in the early morning or smelled that extra behind in the park, because after all, what's life if you are not lived little.

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