Friday, April 08, 2005

Going to Hell

Funny how life can be play tricks on you. I was talking with my co-worker yesterday about his upcoming trip to Mexico. I mentioned how I was glad it was him and not me because I would hate to go there. He speaks Spanish, so when trips to Central and South America come up, he always goes. Well, the guy he was meeting there scheduled a bunch of appointments outside of the time he was scheduled to be there and instead of doing the smart thing and making the guy clean up his mistake, they elect to send me because the co-worker can't be there during the extended times. So, I leave Monday for Mexico City and will be returning on Sunday, the 17th. I am not pleased.

I have never had any desire to travel to Mexico and I hate the idea of going to a place where you have to make sure you don't get any water in your mouth when you take a shower. Being as germophobic as I am, this is pretty much going to be a nightmare for me. Add the fact that Mexico City is very crime-ridden and I don't speak the language, so if someone tried to mug me, I wouldn't even know what they are saying. Hopefully, I make it back alive.


Blogger Memere Kitty said...

I've been told you don't want to eat the tacos from the street vendors -- meow!

9:55 PM  

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