Fed up with filing TPS reports and refusing to do tedious and meaningless shit that no human being should ever care about, I set out abroad 6 years ago doing different jobs around the world with the goal of finding a way to work and live overseas full-time. This website hopes to cut out the romanticized fantasies about what it takes to live life overseas and aims to show you how to find meaningful experiences and gainful employment abroad. From doing feel good volunteer jobs with sick elephants to bizarre odd jobs in strange outfits that offer once in a lifetime unique cultural experiences, to getting your hustle on to find money making jobs abroad that keep the lights on, I hope that I can show you that it is possible to take the less traveled, unknown road and come out alive. Have a look around and discover odd jobs, adventure travel jobs and location independent jobs that might interest you or check out the Living Abroad and Lifestyle Design sections on what the reality of deliberately making life choices to find your path is really about, and maybe have a laugh at my expense in this learning process called life. You can do what you want, where you want in life, if you just dream big.
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After my two-step tango with a multi-billion dollar juggernaut that spanned 3 countries, 6 cities, and 4 very confused parental units, I received the unexpected, and arguably unearned, offer to speak at the KEEN Digital Summit in Nashville. The conference is comprised of awarding winner journalists, social media darlings, magazine editors, public relations strategists, serial entrepreneurs, and now, it appears, a dipshit, unemployable blogger.
The Tiger Temple in Thailand is the most controversial tourist attraction in all of Southeast Asia, but are the critics right? I decided to find out for myself in a one month long volunteering experiment.
On May 13th, 2013 I received some startling news: A multi-billion dollar corporation hijacked my brand and was using in a marketing initiative. They made a creepy promo video with an actor that looked like my doppelgänger and refused to admit to me where the idea of their marketing campaign came from. After 4 weeks of trying to work out a positive solution, things went south, and I took the red eye from Bangkok to New York City to get on a level playing field.
My days of being production set bitch were surely numbered. No more lugging heavy ass tripods up 12 story asbestos filled, abandoned buildings. No more pretending like I knew how to focus a lens or knew how to plug a magafahughegighama hag hga into z5 converter mc fuck what. I was doing what I was destine to do: stand around getting paid to smoke, act like an asshole wannabe alpha-male American guy while clad in a fabulous outfit. I was destine to be a star. Or so I thought.