Things I Have Learned in Macau.

If you are moving, and have 22 or so boxes, a couple of cabinets, a king size bed, a whole apartment of STUFF you have somehow accumulated in 2 years, you really want a small army of old wizened Chinese guys to come and make it disappear, including wrapping the shelves and bed and stuff. But for *real* customer service, you want them to have a Filipino boss.

I am going to miss the Filipinos. They make terrible coffee, but everything else they do brilliantly, with a smile, and I can't get them not to call me Sir. I cannot imagine what their country must have been through to push them to the point of actual armed rebellion.

[ETA: I am ignorant! Wikipedia describes the events of February 1986 as "A peaceful civilian-military uprising". So you can't even get them to revolt against a despot without being nice about it. They probably said "Excuse me, Sir, do you mind if we have a new president now, if that's ok?"]

Non Sequiturs....

I thought this in Australia, too, it's a remarkably pervasive stupidity:
"Huh. I'm slightly nervous having a bunch of strange guys in my house. I hope nothing goes missing."
Other than the 22 boxes of stuff I'm letting them walk out the door with, of course. Which contain pretty much everything of value I own, except my passport and credit card.

Seriously, brain, wtf?