The Call

This being a blog about my adventures in Thailand, I felt it prudent to begin my blog with a post about the call I received that catapulted me into this journey. To set the stage, it was Sunday, September 27th, 9:30 p.m. The Colts were running roughshod over the Cardinals, and I had just downed my eighth liter of water in my usual ritual to rid myself of a cold as quickly as possible (it works, I swear). It's not often you receive a phone call with 16 numbers, no dashes, area codes, or any other remotely identifiable characteristics. I tend to screen my calls, but decided this may be worth answering. Turns out, I was correct. They offered my the position, and thus began my adventure.

Below, you can see a picture of the actual phone used to accept the position:

Some might say the phone simultaneously embodies violence and sexuality. Notice the sharp lines and articulated contrast. Also note the "JOSH" label on the phone. This was done because my father and I have the same model phone. Honored though I was to follow in my father's footsteps of requesting the same free Sprint upgrade model, I thought it wise to label mine to prevent future embarrassing mix-ups. Not only is the label functional, but having a label with your own name on your own phone is a surefire way to get noticed. Sadly, this very phone, the instigator of my entire forthcoming adventure, will not make the trip with me. Fare thee well, JOSH phone, fare thee well.