First days back from break can be a bit rough at times, but I'd say today was the exception. I won't get in to how completely overwhelmed I feel with work, but I will say that it was such a joy to reunite with my national staff. I was greeted with long hugs and kisses on the cheek (from the females) and after that, I'm pretty sure the two men almost hugged me as well. Of course that's not the norm for co-workers, but it would be completely acceptable in the context of family.
And that's exactly how it feels...like family.
They sat me down for tea and to hear all about my time away. We were all smiles as we shared the events of the last 2 weeks. They told me how the village ladies and children are continuously hounding them for my return. And they shared how happy they were that I was indeed back. One person went so far to say, "This is where you belong. We should always all be together."
Man, does that feel good.
I guess it's true that there really is "no place like home." Right now, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
5 Things I'm Loving Right Now...
1. The fact that I actually made it out of Ktown this morning (on my very first try!).
2. The scent of my new vanilla candle that’s lit atop my dresser.
3. The comfort of my own bed and pillow.
4. Music by Alexi Murdoch.
5. The fact that everyone keeps commenting on how tan I am!
(Of course, it will fade away in the next 2 days, but I’ll enjoy it for the moment.)
2. The scent of my new vanilla candle that’s lit atop my dresser.
3. The comfort of my own bed and pillow.
4. Music by Alexi Murdoch.
5. The fact that everyone keeps commenting on how tan I am!
(Of course, it will fade away in the next 2 days, but I’ll enjoy it for the moment.)
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Hours Remaining
It's been a good, full couple of days here in Ktown. There's been eating out at restaurants, wonderful conversations while sipping coffee in the kitchen, mad games of Bop It Extreme (without batteries--I made the rules and we took turns calling out commands), lounging at the UN pool with some of my all-time favorite people, crazy photos with my photo booth
(this never gets old for S and me), dinner with the Ozark interns,and somewhere in the mix...
I even managed to see the dentist.
Oh yes, the dentist.
I've been having pain in the same tooth of the root canal so I was a bit nervous going into the visit. I explained this to the doctor, and after a quick check, she decided to take an x-ray. A few minutes later she came back into the room with the results. ...She couldn't see anything wrong. (phew!) Kind of.
She explained how it could be a number of things:
1. It sometimes (read: rarely) takes up to 3-6 months for people to heal completely. Since there were so many initial complications during the procedure, this could be the case for me.
*Answer: Wait a month and see if the pain persists or worsens.
2. Sometimes people have allergic reactions to the filling or medicine they put into the tooth afterwards. I did have a reaction to the anesthetic that she used, so this could also be a possibility.
*Answer: Take out the current filling and replace it with something new and temporary. Return in a month and see how my body is reacting and then, if there is no problem, she could put in a permanent filling.
3. Due to complications before, there's a chance that the root canal is not finished.
*Answer: Re-do the entire root canal. (Also note the doctor explained how doing a second root canal is 3 TIMES more difficult than the first.)
Hmmm....What to do? What to do?
OBVIOUSLY, I chose answer number 1! What did you think?! Now I just hope time is on my side, as they say! :)
So I'm heading out first thing in the morning to the Ancient City . I think I'm ready. It will be good to see my staff and the villagers once again. Reality is calling and "normal" life is soon to resume.
I guess for now, I'm just thankful for these moments of sunshine, friendships, freedoms, and laughter. I'll take times like this any way they come.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
It's my last full day here in vacation land. (sigh) I purposefully left my agenda open in order to make myself be still. I had no where to be...nothing to do. I just wanted to "be."
For some reason on this trip, stillness is just not coming easy. Oh sure, I've had hours of sitting by the pool, shopping at the malls, afternoon naps, and basking in the wonders of Starbucks. I'm guessing that all of that has to count for something, right?
But stillness?...I don't think so.
When I turn everything off and try to tune the world out, I can't. I am distracted and restless. Daydreaming and wandering. I haven't really been able to think a lot, much less write. (Even though I just read the other day in the Oprah magazine that if you want to be a good writer, you must write something everyday. --There goes those aspirations!)
Maybe this is all okay? Maybe this is exactly what I needed? Who knows?! I guess only time will tell.
Someday I hope to be like that verse in the Psalms that says, "like a weened child, is my soul within You." That is my aspiration...my picture of "stillness." To be able to sit in His presence, not needing or wanting for anything. Not looking around or thinking about what comes next. Just being.
Maybe someday I'll get there.
For some reason on this trip, stillness is just not coming easy. Oh sure, I've had hours of sitting by the pool, shopping at the malls, afternoon naps, and basking in the wonders of Starbucks. I'm guessing that all of that has to count for something, right?
But stillness?...I don't think so.
When I turn everything off and try to tune the world out, I can't. I am distracted and restless. Daydreaming and wandering. I haven't really been able to think a lot, much less write. (Even though I just read the other day in the Oprah magazine that if you want to be a good writer, you must write something everyday. --There goes those aspirations!)
Maybe this is all okay? Maybe this is exactly what I needed? Who knows?! I guess only time will tell.
Someday I hope to be like that verse in the Psalms that says, "like a weened child, is my soul within You." That is my aspiration...my picture of "stillness." To be able to sit in His presence, not needing or wanting for anything. Not looking around or thinking about what comes next. Just being.
Maybe someday I'll get there.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
MIA
Let's pick up where I left off...
Last you knew of me, I was running around Ktown, chasing after a previously mentioned celebrity. Well, apparently the rumor was true, but unfortunately for me, his trip was kept under raps. (And here, I thought those men at the front desk of the hotel were telling me the truth! Ha!)
Needless to say, we all needed a little consoling the following day, so a group of us treated ourselves to an afternoon of fun at the UN pool. $5 to escape reality for a few hours, in my opinion, is totally worth it. Of course if you were to examine the color of the pool water, you might think otherwise. The funny thing about it was the sign that said something to the affect of: "The chlorine levels were tested today and they are fine. Algae is just in bloom." Hmmm.
Obviously, when we saw the water, we questioned if "algae" was really all that safe. But then again, what's it going to hurt?! So we jumped in. :)
We spent the rest of our time catching some rays, listening to our iPods, reading magazines, and sharing stories of life. It was lovely.
The next day, I headed out of the country for our company's regional retreat. It was held at a lovely resort and was mainly centered around refreshment and renewal. I can't complain about that! It was good to get to know so many other people working in and around my country, as we shared our highlights and struggles that come with doing life in such a place.
Despite the ridiculous heat, I still managed to spend quite a few afternoons poolside. Which, in my opinion, is the best way to refresh one's self anyway!
The last night we were there, a group of us decided to go bowling. This may have been the best part of the week (and I'm not just saying that because I got the all-time highest score of the night!!) It was great to let loose a little, as my friend A and I took on the guys. There was a LOT of smack talking, laughing, and even a little dancing action in between (as there was a dance floor right next to the alleys--this was some kind of club).
I said goodbye to all my new friends on Saturday afternoon and, since then, I've been enjoying some downtime to myself. I could share some of my introspectiveness, but I think I'll save it for another time.
For now, this is what's been happening in my world.
Last you knew of me, I was running around Ktown, chasing after a previously mentioned celebrity. Well, apparently the rumor was true, but unfortunately for me, his trip was kept under raps. (And here, I thought those men at the front desk of the hotel were telling me the truth! Ha!)
Needless to say, we all needed a little consoling the following day, so a group of us treated ourselves to an afternoon of fun at the UN pool. $5 to escape reality for a few hours, in my opinion, is totally worth it. Of course if you were to examine the color of the pool water, you might think otherwise. The funny thing about it was the sign that said something to the affect of: "The chlorine levels were tested today and they are fine. Algae is just in bloom." Hmmm.
Obviously, when we saw the water, we questioned if "algae" was really all that safe. But then again, what's it going to hurt?! So we jumped in. :)
We spent the rest of our time catching some rays, listening to our iPods, reading magazines, and sharing stories of life. It was lovely.
The next day, I headed out of the country for our company's regional retreat. It was held at a lovely resort and was mainly centered around refreshment and renewal. I can't complain about that! It was good to get to know so many other people working in and around my country, as we shared our highlights and struggles that come with doing life in such a place.
Despite the ridiculous heat, I still managed to spend quite a few afternoons poolside. Which, in my opinion, is the best way to refresh one's self anyway!
The last night we were there, a group of us decided to go bowling. This may have been the best part of the week (and I'm not just saying that because I got the all-time highest score of the night!!) It was great to let loose a little, as my friend A and I took on the guys. There was a LOT of smack talking, laughing, and even a little dancing action in between (as there was a dance floor right next to the alleys--this was some kind of club). I said goodbye to all my new friends on Saturday afternoon and, since then, I've been enjoying some downtime to myself. I could share some of my introspectiveness, but I think I'll save it for another time.
For now, this is what's been happening in my world.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
FYI
I'm at a company retreat. Limited internet access (as it should be). I promise to post pictures and updates soon. So much to share...so little time.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
The Thrill of the Chase...
So I know you all are dying to know if I met Jude yesterday. Unfortunately, the answer to that would be....NO. (Sniff, sniff) But if you know me at all, then you are probably aware that it wasn't for lack of trying.
You see, I had this great plan worked up in my head. And since there really aren't a lot of places for celebrities to frequent in this city, I figured my chances of finding him were pretty good.
In the morning I had figured out what I would wear...the best spots to wait for our celebrity sighting... what I would say when we met...what we would name our first child....etc. It was going to be perfect.
(Side Note: Kar-Kar, remember that time when I made you skip work to hang out with me so we could spend the day stalking...err, I mean, finding... the "Trading Spaces" crew{read: Carpenter Ty} i n the 'Ville? Good times. Good times. This was very similar. :)
Anyway, about 4pm we headed over to the fancy hotel. We ordered some water and dessert and sat strategically in the center courtyard to ensure the perfect view of people's comings and goings from the hotel. We waited and waited, but nothing seemed to be happening.
The girls encouraged me to go ask the front desk if he was staying there and I reluctantly accepted. (Somehow, I'm always the one put up to such tasks.) I flipped my hair a bit and smiled a lot while asking for an address to a restaurant (you know, to warm the guy up to me) and then I popped the big question.
Scene 1:
Me: (Big smile, eye lashes batting) OK, I understand that you don't have that address. Thank you for your work in looking that up. Now, (leaning in) could you tell me if you have a guest here by the name of Jude Law?
Front Desk Man: Umm...who?
Me: Jude*Law.
Front Desk Man: (Moving over to the computer) What is the last name again? And how do you spell that?
Me: (Thinking how I can't believe he's actually going to tell me if he's here or not.) L*A*W
Front Desk Man: No. I'm sorry, Ma'am. We don't have anyone by that name here.
Me: Ok, thank you again.
End Scene
I walked away disappointed but not completely convinced that Front Desk Man was telling me the truth. Either way, we decided to move on to Plan B.
The 4 of us girls piled into the back of a taxi and headed off to a restaurant where many a journalist and socialite can be found. Maybe he was out having dinner?
Now, I won't bore you with the details of how we got lost, ended up on the other side of town, called for another taxi, and eventually found the location. But I will say, that my heart quickened a bit as we walked in to the restaurant. Expectancy was high, but my hopes were soon dashed as we realized that hardly anyone was there...and most importantly, JL was no where to be found.
It was a lovely restaurant setting though, so we all sat outside and had dinner by candle light while French music played softly in the background. (See! It would have been perfect for a date with Jude!)
By 10pm we were headed home, exhausted from the very long and crazy day of searching for a celebrity and I have resigned myself to the fact that I'm not cut out for this type of work.
Of course, now it's the morning after the excitement and disappointment, and I'm thinking that there's no sense in being a pessimist. After all, he may very well be on my flight out of the country tomorrow. Who knows? Hope springs eternal!
If that happens, trust me, you'll hear about it!
You see, I had this great plan worked up in my head. And since there really aren't a lot of places for celebrities to frequent in this city, I figured my chances of finding him were pretty good.
In the morning I had figured out what I would wear...the best spots to wait for our celebrity sighting... what I would say when we met...what we would name our first child....etc. It was going to be perfect.
(Side Note: Kar-Kar, remember that time when I made you skip work to hang out with me so we could spend the day stalking...err, I mean, finding... the "Trading Spaces" crew
Anyway, about 4pm we headed over to the fancy hotel. We ordered some water and dessert and sat strategically in the center courtyard to ensure the perfect view of people's comings and goings from the hotel. We waited and waited, but nothing seemed to be happening.
The girls encouraged me to go ask the front desk if he was staying there and I reluctantly accepted. (Somehow, I'm always the one put up to such tasks.) I flipped my hair a bit and smiled a lot while asking for an address to a restaurant (you know, to warm the guy up to me) and then I popped the big question.
Scene 1:
Me: (Big smile, eye lashes batting) OK, I understand that you don't have that address. Thank you for your work in looking that up. Now, (leaning in) could you tell me if you have a guest here by the name of Jude Law?
Front Desk Man: Umm...who?
Me: Jude*Law.
Front Desk Man: (Moving over to the computer) What is the last name again? And how do you spell that?
Me: (Thinking how I can't believe he's actually going to tell me if he's here or not.) L*A*W
Front Desk Man: No. I'm sorry, Ma'am. We don't have anyone by that name here.
Me: Ok, thank you again.
End Scene
I walked away disappointed but not completely convinced that Front Desk Man was telling me the truth. Either way, we decided to move on to Plan B.
The 4 of us girls piled into the back of a taxi and headed off to a restaurant where many a journalist and socialite can be found. Maybe he was out having dinner?
Now, I won't bore you with the details of how we got lost, ended up on the other side of town, called for another taxi, and eventually found the location. But I will say, that my heart quickened a bit as we walked in to the restaurant. Expectancy was high, but my hopes were soon dashed as we realized that hardly anyone was there...and most importantly, JL was no where to be found.
It was a lovely restaurant setting though, so we all sat outside and had dinner by candle light while French music played softly in the background. (See! It would have been perfect for a date with Jude!)
By 10pm we were headed home, exhausted from the very long and crazy day of searching for a celebrity and I have resigned myself to the fact that I'm not cut out for this type of work.
Of course, now it's the morning after the excitement and disappointment, and I'm thinking that there's no sense in being a pessimist. After all, he may very well be on my flight out of the country tomorrow. Who knows? Hope springs eternal!
If that happens, trust me, you'll hear about it!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
na mEsha
"na mEsha" literally translated means "it doesn't become." This can be used when one wants to say "it won't work"..."that can't happen"..."it doesn't fit"..."I can't pay that much"...etc.
Really, there's no English equivalent.
But here's a list of things that apply in this country:
*Batteries in your carry-on....na mEsha.
*Girls without head coverings....na mEsha.
*Electricity 24/7-365...na mEsha.
*Bacon & sausage for breakfast...na mEsha.
*Finding one guy for every five girls...na mEsha.
*Hassle-free airport experience...na mEsha.
*Staying at a wedding for less than 5 hours...na mEsha.
*Buying national clothes that fit right...na mEsha.
*Paying $40 (US) for a taxi ride from the airport...na mEsha.
*Going for longer than a month (a week for me) without stomach problems...na mEsha.
*Telling someone there's no more room when you've already got 7 people in a cab...na mEsha.
*(For me) Flying out of the country in less than 4 days...na mEsha.
*Keeping your feet from cracking in the summer...na mEsha.
*Having your white clothes remain white...na mEsha.
*Going longer than a week without experiencing a dust storm...na mEsha.
*Jude Law coming to Ktown...MESHA!!!!!!!!!
(Sources say that he came in today and guess who's going to find him TOMORROW??)
Really, there's no English equivalent.
But here's a list of things that apply in this country:
*Batteries in your carry-on....na mEsha.
*Girls without head coverings....na mEsha.
*Electricity 24/7-365...na mEsha.
*Bacon & sausage for breakfast...na mEsha.
*Finding one guy for every five girls...na mEsha.
*Hassle-free airport experience...na mEsha.
*Staying at a wedding for less than 5 hours...na mEsha.
*Buying national clothes that fit right...na mEsha.
*Paying $40 (US) for a taxi ride from the airport...na mEsha.
*Going for longer than a month (a week for me) without stomach problems...na mEsha.
*Telling someone there's no more room when you've already got 7 people in a cab...na mEsha.
*(For me) Flying out of the country in less than 4 days...na mEsha.
*Keeping your feet from cracking in the summer...na mEsha.
*Having your white clothes remain white...na mEsha.
*Going longer than a week without experiencing a dust storm...na mEsha.
*Jude Law coming to Ktown...MESHA!!!!!!!!!
(Sources say that he came in today and guess who's going to find him TOMORROW??)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Horrible, No Good, Terrible, Very Bad...Week
I’m beginning to think that my week thus far could have been the source for Murphy’s Law should my week have been occurring whenever it was that Murphy wrote his law. Everything that can go wrong…will and has.
OK, maybe not everything. But a lot of things.
Saturday (the first day of the week for us here) B & J left for break. I was filled with possibilities and looking forward to having the house almost all to myself. (I say almost, because there’s another girl staying with me until we leave.)
Well, at 6am Saturday morning our electricity went out. No big deal, I told myself. It will be back on after a while. I got ready for work and left the house without further thought.
Much to my chagrin, after a very long and hot day in the village, I returned that evening to find that the power still hadn’t come back on. Our refrigerator had defrosted all over the floor and my guess was that I was in for an even longer night.
I was correct.
On Sunday I was supposed to have my community development staff over for lunch. It felt like 100 + degrees downstairs and I couldn’t imagine lighting the oven and cooking for the next 5 hours. So I called and canceled but rescheduled for Tuesday.
Later that day an electrician came to our house and fixed the problem. Electricity was back and things started looking up.
Monday I spent all day in the village again and returned that night to find our refrigerator had stopped working. Once again our kitchen was flooded with water and this time around it had nothing to do with electricity. The fridge needs repaired. This wouldn’t have been that big a deal except that I had bought tons of food (including thawed out chicken) for my meal on Tuesday. What was I to do?
At one point it came back on, but then went off again for the rest of the night. I just prayed that the food wouldn’t go bad and I would cook up the chicken first thing in the morning.
This morning (Tuesday) was quite stressful as hosting nationals is a pretty big deal. I spent all morning in the kitchen, cleaning, etc. and my staff arrived a little after 12pm. The lunch went well, they ate lots of food (whew!), and then they left.
If you are still reading this, you’re probably wondering what the big deal is.
Well, if you were to follow me into the kitchen afterwards, you would have seen me cleaning up. You also would have seen me trying to place the nice china tea cups on the top shelf, only to have the domino affect happen right before my eyes. Luckily I managed to save all but the pepper shaker which fell violently to the ground, breaking and leaving a heap of pepper all over the kitchen counter. Had you still been watching, you would have then seen me bend over to pick up some pieces only to stand up and whack the back of my head violently on the still-opened cabinet door. (I’m not joking, this scene could have been part of some slap-stick comedy act.) Obviously the word “grace” would NOT be used to describe me.
At that point, terrible thoughts filled my mind, a choice word may have come out of my mouth, and I decided to take a break. Naps are good for gaining perspective, I thought, as is a little Gilmore Girls.
But here's the good news...Have I mention that I’m leaving TOMORROW MORNING for break?
Yes, yes. It is time for some refreshment. I’m sure later on down the road I’ll re-read this post and laugh at how dramatic I felt my life had become. But that's going to take some time. And time away at Starbucks is just what's in order!
OK, maybe not everything. But a lot of things.
Saturday (the first day of the week for us here) B & J left for break. I was filled with possibilities and looking forward to having the house almost all to myself. (I say almost, because there’s another girl staying with me until we leave.)
Well, at 6am Saturday morning our electricity went out. No big deal, I told myself. It will be back on after a while. I got ready for work and left the house without further thought.
Much to my chagrin, after a very long and hot day in the village, I returned that evening to find that the power still hadn’t come back on. Our refrigerator had defrosted all over the floor and my guess was that I was in for an even longer night.
I was correct.
On Sunday I was supposed to have my community development staff over for lunch. It felt like 100 + degrees downstairs and I couldn’t imagine lighting the oven and cooking for the next 5 hours. So I called and canceled but rescheduled for Tuesday.
Later that day an electrician came to our house and fixed the problem. Electricity was back and things started looking up.
Monday I spent all day in the village again and returned that night to find our refrigerator had stopped working. Once again our kitchen was flooded with water and this time around it had nothing to do with electricity. The fridge needs repaired. This wouldn’t have been that big a deal except that I had bought tons of food (including thawed out chicken) for my meal on Tuesday. What was I to do?
At one point it came back on, but then went off again for the rest of the night. I just prayed that the food wouldn’t go bad and I would cook up the chicken first thing in the morning.
This morning (Tuesday) was quite stressful as hosting nationals is a pretty big deal. I spent all morning in the kitchen, cleaning, etc. and my staff arrived a little after 12pm. The lunch went well, they ate lots of food (whew!), and then they left.
If you are still reading this, you’re probably wondering what the big deal is.
Well, if you were to follow me into the kitchen afterwards, you would have seen me cleaning up. You also would have seen me trying to place the nice china tea cups on the top shelf, only to have the domino affect happen right before my eyes. Luckily I managed to save all but the pepper shaker which fell violently to the ground, breaking and leaving a heap of pepper all over the kitchen counter. Had you still been watching, you would have then seen me bend over to pick up some pieces only to stand up and whack the back of my head violently on the still-opened cabinet door. (I’m not joking, this scene could have been part of some slap-stick comedy act.) Obviously the word “grace” would NOT be used to describe me.
At that point, terrible thoughts filled my mind, a choice word may have come out of my mouth, and I decided to take a break. Naps are good for gaining perspective, I thought, as is a little Gilmore Girls.
But here's the good news...Have I mention that I’m leaving TOMORROW MORNING for break?
Yes, yes. It is time for some refreshment. I’m sure later on down the road I’ll re-read this post and laugh at how dramatic I felt my life had become. But that's going to take some time. And time away at Starbucks is just what's in order!
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Girl Babble...
Lots of randomness going on in my head these days as I have 2 days remaining before I head out of this place for break. (Not that I'm counting or anything.)
And when I say "randomness," I mean...
*I'm thinking of getting bangs.*
Yes, bangs. NO, not the straight across your forehead kind, but the slanted, semi-longer, swooped kind. But I'm nervous. For several reasons:
1. I did this two years ago and liked it...the first time. The second time I went back to get them shaped up and the lady totally butchered my hair! My usual rapid growth hair seemed to take MONTHS to return to a style I actually liked. So I'm hesitant. Maybe I have some trust issues? So what?!
2. I'm not in Kansas anymore (not that I ever was, but it's the expression)--You see, where I'm going for break may seem like a playground for the rich and famous of the first world. However, the people who work there (and I guess "there" in this context means the places in which I can afford to frequent) usually are not. Therefore, communication and service is always a funny (and sometimes frustrating) thing. So do I trust the sweet Phillippino lady who barely speaks English, to understand what I mean when I say the word "bangs?" Hmmm...
3. Most of my life is lived in a place that requires me to have my hair completely covered. This can be seen as a positive or a negative, depending on the outcome. The positive being that if I despise my hair, no one else will have to look at it. The negative being that it's harder to keep shorter bangs pulled back and hidden from the world.
Now I know this is not an international crisis or anything, but what do you think?
And when I say "randomness," I mean...
*I'm thinking of getting bangs.*
Yes, bangs. NO, not the straight across your forehead kind, but the slanted, semi-longer, swooped kind. But I'm nervous. For several reasons:
1. I did this two years ago and liked it...the first time. The second time I went back to get them shaped up and the lady totally butchered my hair! My usual rapid growth hair seemed to take MONTHS to return to a style I actually liked. So I'm hesitant. Maybe I have some trust issues? So what?!
2. I'm not in Kansas anymore (not that I ever was, but it's the expression)--You see, where I'm going for break may seem like a playground for the rich and famous of the first world. However, the people who work there (and I guess "there" in this context means the places in which I can afford to frequent) usually are not. Therefore, communication and service is always a funny (and sometimes frustrating) thing. So do I trust the sweet Phillippino lady who barely speaks English, to understand what I mean when I say the word "bangs?" Hmmm...
3. Most of my life is lived in a place that requires me to have my hair completely covered. This can be seen as a positive or a negative, depending on the outcome. The positive being that if I despise my hair, no one else will have to look at it. The negative being that it's harder to keep shorter bangs pulled back and hidden from the world.
Now I know this is not an international crisis or anything, but what do you think?
Should I do it?
(Please Note: People who blog about hockey teams have no room to comment on what a waste of time this post was to read.)
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Is it just me or is getting the stomach flu twice in less than a week and half ridiculous?!
I'm thinking it's not just me.
Maybe this is just my body's way of telling me it's time for a break?
Or maybe it's the fact that the room in which I play with the kids in SZ village is just dirt, rocks, and animal feces? (Sorry, I know that sounds gross, but it's truth.)
Or maybe it's just summer and germs are out in full-force?
Honestly, I don't have a clue what's causing this. But what I do know is that I am currently recovering from yet another day and a half of serious stomach issues and I would be very happy if this were it. Forever. Fin. khalAs shUd.
I also know that if I have to spend another night in the bathroom before I leave for break, I'm quitting.
Quitting what? ....That has yet to be decided.
This is simply a declaration.
And seeing as how it's nearly the 4th, I feel that's fitting.
(And no, K, I don't need to see a doctor! I live with one, ok?)
I'm thinking it's not just me.
Maybe this is just my body's way of telling me it's time for a break?
Or maybe it's the fact that the room in which I play with the kids in SZ village is just dirt, rocks, and animal feces? (Sorry, I know that sounds gross, but it's truth.)
Or maybe it's just summer and germs are out in full-force?
Honestly, I don't have a clue what's causing this. But what I do know is that I am currently recovering from yet another day and a half of serious stomach issues and I would be very happy if this were it. Forever. Fin. khalAs shUd.
I also know that if I have to spend another night in the bathroom before I leave for break, I'm quitting.
Quitting what? ....That has yet to be decided.
This is simply a declaration.
And seeing as how it's nearly the 4th, I feel that's fitting.
(And no, K, I don't need to see a doctor! I live with one, ok?)
Sunday, July 01, 2007
i need a blue-sky holiday...
Today our community development staff had our 6 month meeting. I won't bore you with all the details, as even I didn't feel much like being present. Yawn.
I, did, however want to share what was written on the English version of our meeting's agenda. (I know I shouldn't laugh as they are so kind to compensate for my first grade reading level in their language!) But here's what the agenda stated:
"5. Are the appalled employs satisfied from their jobs?"
I thought, "Oh boy! This is going to be fun!" as I highly doubted the "appalled" employees were satisfied with their jobs if they have to use that term.
I cracked a smile and then asked R what he meant by that word. He said that he was trying to say "employed employees." I told him that just writing employees was sufficient and then I explained the meaning of the word "appalled."
We all laughed.
Another day of fun in cross-cultural communication.
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