The Ten Stages of Doing Something Stupid

Oh God. I have done something unbearably stupid. My boss was talking about this huge seminar they're holding in London next month and how she's looking for someone who will have the guts to stand up in front of a group of private hospital executives and speak to them about the private hospital industry in the United Kingdom - an industry I've worked in for about 10 minutes. I put my hand up. I said, "I'll do it. Oh please let me make an ass of myself in front of these people who have millions of dollars and have met the Queen. I know I don't really speak the language and I still don't entirely know what a cardiothoracic surgeon does, but what I lack in knowledge I make up for in determination."

I don't know why I do this. Maybe it's my chipper can-do attitude that my parents beat into me as a child. Maybe it's because my mother let me watch Spartacus when I was four. I don't know. But it's an inevitable, predictable downward spiral from here.

Yeah, I'm at stage 5 now. I find it a sad testimony to my personal life that I know what Hepatobiliary is but not bangers.

I'm looking forward to visiting the UK though. Not that I don't love Africa. I mean, I love Africa. There's SO many things I love here:

AIDS

Poverty

50% Income Tax

Potholes

Vuvuzelas

My parents

Media Blackout

Communism

Riots
Dial-up Internet

No hot water

Oh well. UK here I come!