Another fall-back position shot to hell...
I was counting on that bar card, actually. I figured that if everything went totally pear-shaped so that I found myself back in the White Man's Grave at least I could head for House One, Elelenwo and drown my sorrows. That's assuming I could make it there past the gauntlet of kidnappers, militant youths, pissed-off girlfriends (It wasn't me, it was some other oyingbo; don't wave that yellow baby at me!), rabid dogs and hubcap thieves.
Ah well, it is a cold, cruel world, is it not? All is not lost, though; I found a handsomely-printed certificate that shows I did a management course! I may not have to go back to work after all.... Stand by for a visit from a new consultant!