Why did I leave Iceland?

Good question!!

No back-up is a bad, bad thing.

We recently had a staff member die. At a conference. She was 37. There was, luckily, one person she shared information with, so we're not completely screwed, but still ...

Why did I leave Iceland?

I just don't know. We didn't even get to go to the Chuck Norris Grill!

I've been sneezing and mouth-breathing all day, hopefully whatever I'm reacting to will settle after it rains. And now I have a headache, possibly from the fumes of the bathroom renovation next to my office.

Oh, Todd, how awful! In general, and specifically with the no coverage thing. That happens.

I just don't know. We didn't even get to go to the Chuck Norris Grill!

Right? I should probably break into my Icelandic Easter Egg, anyway.

Hm, there's an opening for a financial analyst here. Hm.

Oh, today's "excitement" was me and a colleague witnessing a regularly annoying visitor tromping through the bushes and apparently taking a leak, just as a family with small children came walking down a nearby path. We got my boss to go handle it, and when confronted, the guy said "what of it?". Didn't deny it, just a "so?".

!!!

I wish he hadn't been facing away from me so we could had grounds for calling the cops. I still want to call the cops so we establish a history for when we need to have him escorted from the premises permanently. (Background: the "meditation guys" come by once a week and occupy a space for several hours. One is a therapist of sorts and the other is his paying client. They've tried setting up shop, during inclement weather, in all of our building spaces. This then leads to other visitors believing the space is off limits. They've disrupted children's programming. By removing set up paraphernalia for said programming and not returning it to where it was. On top of all the perpetual disruptiveness, they have the rudest, most entitled attitudes).

What of it, grrr. It's not like they aren't familiar with the space and where all the many public restrooms are.

Julie, could you have him hauled away for public urination? That's a misdemeanor, too, I think. People, man. Unbelievable.

Easter egg included a little scroll that says "Fiskur tekur beitu en ongull fisk" (there's an umlaut over the o in ongull. I don't know how to make umlauts happen) which Google tells me means "fish takes the bait while fishing hook fish" which is nearly as cryptic. I am pretty sure I did not win the free flight.

Also something like chocolate covered chewing gum, but more dissolvy. Maybe some kind of nougat? Almost like a taffy?

Interesting, anyway.

Peeing in public is illegal in the US*, but since all I really saw was a man standing in the bushes with his back to me, TPTB decided against it, or rather, that they'd give this guy a warning. But I think now, after having met with his insolence, or rather, if my boss had personal preexisting experience of these men, he wouldn't have been so generous in 1) giving the guy the benefit of the doubt (which the guy didn't try to deny, excuse, or pretend to apologetic about or that it was an emergency and would have messed himself if he hadn't taken action), and 2) giving him a pass with a warning that this shain't happen again.

*and in some places can force you to register as a sexual offender. So, yeah, it was handled too genteelly, and I understand why, as it was by someone new who hadn't witnessed it himself.

If I'd had the balls, I would have asked him to vacate the premises or I would call the cops right then. I don't know what the right choice would be in walking the line of not pissing off our visitors, and getting potential negative repercussions in some way, and just allowing ourselves to be pissed on.