That title is not just an obscure movie quote. I am actually writing this while sitting at a desk. My own desk. In my own office. All I’m missing is a monogrammed plaque.
How did this happen? Well, to begin, you can get the brief account of my departure from the Monkeyverse several posts ago. But in the longer, more general sense–how indeed? Why am I here, in this chair, in this space, instead of out there running around in the forest with the snakes and frogs?
The answer comes down mostly to practicality. Career. Growing up, if you will. It’s been a long road and somewhere along the way I went and got civilized. There just isn’t a way to support a modern livelihood on a passion for weird little animals alone. I was certainly not making a decent living chasing monkeys. And unless you’re hamming it up on TV, no one will pay you enough to go out and catch snakes. My private ecotour adventure was a success, but it required a lot of preparation and planning that in turn required some stability and free time. It was a side gig, at best.
So here I am in a managerial role. No complaints–this is by far better than what I could have hoped to find in Costa Rica, especially on short notice. And it puts things in perspective. My main role here is to recruit and coordinate volunteers–many of whom are in the very same position I myself was once in at that age. They’re wide-eyed and dehydrated, and some of them just want to go out and catch snakes and frogs.
So what does this mean for this blog? First off, fewer entries. Because I sit at a desk and stare into a computer for too long anyway, I can’t be bothered to do it more on my own time. Second, because I owe this place my time and professionalism, I’ll be keeping my worklife and bloglife separate, and will try to keep entries here on things like snakes, nature, and ants.
But the nature is here, along with the ants. We get wildlife passing through the property from time to time. I usually take my days off to explore the area, looking for neat little spots away from the crowds of Manuel Antonio. And I’ve told everyone here–and sometimes several times over–to call me any time they see a snake, day or night. I am now the go-to snake remover guy, and I’m loving it.
I’m no longer off the grid. But I can live with that.