bigger than the average girl

i visited macau again last night as part of the ongoing saga of my work visa validation process. in previous episodes, they've sent me to macau with someone else's visa, having sent mine to china, and they mailed me my visa while i was in london. so, what went wrong? apparently, someone from hr reapplied for my visa while my wayward visa was floating home from china. AND that second application got approved, effectively rendering the one that had been sent to london null and void. i got retained in customs for an hour when i tried to enter hk with it. and the nice lady explained to me that my visa wasn't valid, and i should talk to my company (maybe they've changed their minds about my employment status). great. well, yesterday it finally worked. i held my breath the whole time that the guy was looking at my passport, but the earliest boat they had back was 10:30 pm, which did not help my attempts at jetlag correction at all.

anyways, while i was wandering around at night, i realized something. i feel much safer in hk than i did in the states or even in london. i'm bigger and stronger than most people here! all the homeless people and the hoodlums are skinny fools who couldn't hurt me if they had a blue ox on their side. i know what you're thinking, and i agree: bruce lee looked skinny with his shirt on...but i figure if someone's studied martial arts, they're either: a) too well principled to attack me or b) a triad member who has bigger fish to fry. hurrah for size advantage!