I'm still here...

Me and the wife have been living in an interesting "wonderland" for the past 5 days.

I am presently being trained to take on a role as a consultant at a company, and the financial upside to this is borderline unfathomable for someone in my position.

I was, at one point, concerned that we would be kidnapped and trafficked considering the very "sudden" nature of our invite to the place where we are now, as well as the extreme hospitality being displayed by people I had never met before and I was only introduced to them by a former employer.

This could potentially lead to me gaining capital that would enable me to finance other plans that I have in the future. That is to say, if this job does make me "rich" in the sense that I am thinking, then I will have collateral that I can liquidate at any time to fund other plans that create jobs for people.

I have never been a company CEO before. That is not my plan either. My plan might be to make a tech empire that people can use to pay their bills at home, get started on life, or get themselves through school.

Revealing myself without revealing myself.

I decided to re-think how I do my blogs so that I can keep up and schedule them appropriately. This post might get stickied. If you click the text below, there's more to see about me.

( bunch of one liners that describe me. )

This journal / writing platform serves as a place to write my thoughts. I'm pretty sure my past is going to catch up with me one day. AI is a pain in the rear.

Am I supposed to be here?

I think I should start each entry on Dreamwidth with a condensed version of what happened, and then add a cut that explains the whole situation. I think this could make my writing more "digestible" to those who are unfamiliar with a blogger who never reveals himself.

The people who invited me are extremely rich. The boss who invited me has more than 20 houses in his own country and was involved with cloud computing just as data centers were becoming more and more popular. Me and Mrs. Cyphercrypt are on an island where people park their money for tourism and investment purposes in a location that is less-than-ideal, but more-than-liveable. My wife was also offered a job by the people who brought us here.

A coworker who was fired from the last company that I worked at on the same day as me recently reached out to me and told me about things that coworkers said about me behind my back. We endeavor to start our own company in the same industry that fired us. To this day, I still do not know if I was fired for my mistakes or because people were paranoid that I was an industrial spy.

( expanded story: my failure in America, my wife's hometown, the new life we can have here. )