I don't know what to do with myself on weekends anymore. I know what you are thinking. "How could you complain about being on a tropical island with no work to go to?" The truth of the matter is that it is quite distressing. I do not envy the spouses of my co-workers who have no where other than home to be 7 days a week.
The weather is NOT nice this time of the year. As a matter of fact, it is unreasonably bipolar. I just watched the weather go from merely overcast and drizzly to sheets - hell, that doesn't serve it justice - 5 subject spiral notebooks of rain dropping from the sky. The reefs which reside 100 yards out are no longer visible. I can barely see the pool which is about 50 feet from my door. You risk getting shat on by mother nature if you go golfing; seasick if you go lobster-diving; blown out to Jamaica if you go sailing/kiteboarding.
Saturday night does not exist. The only place that I could liken Hamilton, the island's only downtown area, on a winter Saturday night to is Alcatraz Island (first suggested by my friend, and fellow actuary Josh, who officially left the island January 22, 2010 after being an inhabitant for 3 years). Of the 5 or so establishments I visited last night, the local smoothie shop had the most people... about 8. I walked into a popular bar/grille called Harry's. 3 middle-aged men all evenly spaced 3-4 chairs apart from each other drank alone.
There are no more actuarial exams. You heard me correctly. I don't know how to fill the void. I crave a structured project. Any suggestions?
It looks like there is a break in the clouds. I am going to the gym. Trying to make the most of my last day of being 25.
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