To your logical thinking brain this was the perfect chance to gain attention of the CEO.
To your other side,this was nothing more than complete stupidty."Why couldnt anyone else do it?"You thought to yourself as you drive your Aston Martin DBS down the main highway connecting the city where you lived all your life to a rotten country village.
"Why did I go there?".You wonder as you go faster and faster,hitting 90kmh,then city soon became a distant blur as your sped through traffic in your way.
It wasnt so ago that you were working in a nice office,reviewing the latest company finds until you got a call from your boss that a new oil field was discovered in some place called "Apple Acres" in a shitty country village. He then requests that the CEO wanted a man to go there and figure outs what going on,report like a nice getaway didnt it?. No..no it didnt,becase now you were having TO STAY THERE AND RENT a house for a few weeks.
"Like all the spiders and stuff will be crawling everywhere,my internet connection would be fucked".You ask youself,no longer admiring the scenary as you turn off the highway,going down into a beatan path. Your car would be ruined as you saw the mud splashes everywhere becuase it had rained yesterday.
At least the locals would be modern enough to have a hose...or something that could clean a car. Noticing that you were at a crossroads,you looked for a sign that was pointing towards your destination.
I cant belive this is happening.I was in a good job aswell,now Im IN THE FUCKING COUNTRYSIDE.
Well you wanted this job right?.
Yes,but not so I would have to STAY THERE.
Well bad luck Im afraid.
The logical and not logical parts of your brain fought over,noticing the correct sign that pointed down to an even worse use the now stained-wtih-mud DBS"s handeling to drive in the right direction.
You looked left and right as you drove down the beatan path,past rows and rows of overgrown hedges...and the mud pools.
You think of all the porn you enojyed,the movies,the shopping in the city as you approaced your new home for the next couple of weeks. You slowed down so you wouldnt spray down the locals as you arrived in the town centre quite easily,provoking quite a stare from the locals. Your advanced car ovbiously freaking them out.
You turn up your music,driving slowly so you could see your new house number.
"Right lets see,19,18,17,16,15,14,12...11 here we are".You comment upon seeing the shack that will be your new home. It looked crap,damp and with no internet connection at all.
You step out of your DBS,slamming the door angriely as you see the mud marks all over the shiny paintwork.
This will not do.
Well theres no hoses or anything anywhere,we are stuck now right?.
I think sweet apple acres could have a hose or something...those damm country folk would at leats help out.
You decide to forget the house and jump back in the car,Apple acres your next target.