My job sucks....

... anyone who knows me, or has paid attention to this blog, knows that I hate my job. They constantly make me do things I don't wanna do, and go places I don't wanna go. Their latest affront to my personal sensabilities was sending me to the land of mean people, shitty food, and watered down beer... it was horrible.

..... the hotel was a dump, they didn't even have AC.

..... my rental was a POS, I got passed on the autobahn by a Smart Car.

..... the natives were hostile, after this pic was taken, this chic slapped my boy Curtis, and dumped beer in his lap.

..... I only saw one bike, some oddly dressed dude riding some old junk.

.... they told me that as an anti-terrorism / force protection measure I should try to blend in with the local populace... too easy.