Himalayas, not for me

Let's see how fast I can churn this out. Why have the Himalayas when you can have a pale yellow-walled, inordinately noisy, unduly uncompensating receptionist job at an altruistic organization teaching small children the ways of the cold hard world they've been thrust into by their homeless parents.

Why choose pristine mountain landscapes and thousands of hillsides covered by thousand-year-old corrugated terrace systems tended by smiling hunchbacked Sherpas lovingly tending their blossoming apple trees? I certainly dont' know why I would choose the jagged fingernails of God as they stand fighting the erosive elements of time. In fact I didn't choose those benefits of cheap food and painfully beautiful vistas for the following reasons, easily understandable and empathized with using the following Office versus Heavenly mountains comparison list;

• Daily chores

1. Office : Sitting comfortably in the same languid position for 8 hours with occasional interaction with associates. Answering the phone and politely conversing with angry mothers worried about the status of their lost children
2. Himalayas : Hiking through uncomfortably radiant forests after crossing glacial riverlets while occasionally stopping for baths in hot springs.

Verdict: Office easily wins this battle, who really wants stunning horizons brought by the long struggles of many hours of hiking when in fact a perfect groove can be acheived in your chair with minimal work.

• Location

1. Office : In the middle of a revamped part of the Boston ghetto, increasingly rare reports of gunfire reported as witnesses are killed off, a Brewery sign topping the nicely dilapidiated brick walls and a newly designed playspace bordering the overflowing trashcans.
2. Himalayas : Too tiny roads leading up tortuous tree-infested cobblestone roads with no hope for a fearless descent as oxen and foxes crowd the green space bordering the sheer cliffs overlooking broken canyons and barely sparkling rivers...

MMM... klucnh