# 300

I'm back in Austria, almost to the day 2 years ago. I really feel like I should be using this time wisely to reexamine my career and life in general. You know, chart a course, plan my life, set development goals, really make full use of my training.

But all I really want to do is eat a very large packet of nasi lemak with fried egg.

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And maybe if I feel adventurous, extra sambal.

This firm, and all it does for its people, is really wasted on faffs like me who just want to be left alone to eat their nasi lemaks in peace with a predictable regularity, which apparently is too much to ask for when you are shipped to an exclusive training location in some uppity ski resort in Austria. The scary waiters speak loud angry German when you ask them for something not on the menu, like nasi lemak. They probably remember me from the previous time when I was hoarding all the smarties at the expense of the other diners. (They only left one bowl out, it could not be helped).

This time I have learnt my lesson, and have distributed my smarties hoarding across a series of trips to the desert table, each time taking a small amount, like the industrious ants (of the ants and the grasshopper story fame). Except substituting winter food stash for a smartie food stash, which is equally meaningful.

Also for some reason, this week they have deigned to seat me in the front row of class. This is very inconvenient for sleeping. I hope somebody will swap with me tomorrow. I will probably have to trade a bulk of my carefully built up hoard of smarties for this, painful, but probably worth it.

i miss home.