The life of a mining analyst is rarely dull, especially on mine visits. I travel to exotic places, usually in the middle of nowhere, hundreds of miles from the nearest Starbucks and the rest of civilization. These trips have taken me from the Mexican drug country to the Brazilian rain forest. They tend to be thrilling adventures, especially in Brazil where I battled malaria bearing mosquitoes, other disease ridden insects, not to mention all the treacherous jungle paths. I did have the good fortune of not encountering any pythons or boas, or packs of wild boars that would certainly have gored me to death. All this I did dressed like a typical New Yorker (button down, jeans, and loafers), which ultimately led to the CEO of the company to high-five me for getting out of the jungle alive.
Working with c. marchuska isn’t any less adventurous, or challenging. For one, keeping up with Christine is no small feat. In fact, I have become increasingly convinced that the Energizer Bunny is in fact a part of her Lithuanian clan. Fueled by Liquid Lightning and gummy bears, we venture across the concrete jungle that is New York in search for Capital One branches, manufacturers, and boxes of fabric dye. I guess instead of dodging bullets in the deserts of Mexico and predators in the Amazonian rain forest, I now dodge unpleasantly rude store owners in the Garment District and speeding cars on 7th ave. Instead of looking at ore samples and trying to spot the tiny gold veins, I am now picking out 8x9 rib trims in grey and white for the Roli Hoodie (pronounced Row-lee).
I don’t necessarily find one job to be more challenging than the other, nor do I find myself making a compelling distinction between which one I like more. But I do find the work with c. marchuska to be more enjoyable and satisfying. I can readily see the fruits of my labor (perfectly dyed summer scarves) as opposed to putting out a research report that may ultimately end up in someone’s trash. Of course, with c. marchuska, there is also the added benefit that I will be alive at the end of the day nine out of ten times. Hmmm…that definitely tips the scale in Christine’s favor.