The taxi from Oslo Central Station to the IBM office smelled like cherry air freshener, I got a new job as a Compliance Advisor (maybe a demotion from compliance manager, but whatever, I focus on development, skill coaching, and special projects), and I am making great progress on entering a month’s worth of credit card charges into Quicen for reconciling (which means I can run reports necessary to me for expense account submission)

*does that fat guy middle management dance of joy* (like the kind of joy Pavorotti must feel when there is a free 13th donut in the box)

EVERYTIME I pass through customs in Norway, I get stopped. Every single time. No exceptions. And I don’t play the race card game, but come on, being stopped 6 of 7 times (the one I was not stopped they had stopped an Asian woman at the height of the avian bird flu scare) is NOT coincidence. That is called targeting. But when I ask for anexplanation, none of the customs staff can provide one. Well with treatment like this at customs, I have no plans to in be Norway again anytime soon.

Well it was good to see Markus again. He’s nice to talk to and to hang out with.

Weekend In Review