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Aug. 23rd, 2007
A gruesome thing to wake up to
Aug. 23rd, 2007 12:00 pmThere was a cockroach scuttling on my desk when I opened the pull-down panel this morning. After a squeal of dismay and a slamming of said panel, I regrouped. I put on my slippers, grabbed the vacuum-cleaner, pulled the desk away from the wall, and started vacuuming.
It must have been a young cockroach, because I caught it really fast. Then I left the vacuum running for five minutes so it couldn't crawl back out. Then I quickly removed the vacuum-bag (peeking inside to confirm that, yes, there was a shiny brown carapace in amongst the cathair and dustbunnies), threw it in a garbage bag, tied it up tight, and dumped it on my front porch.
Now I have no vacuum-bags, but that is a small price to pay. Cockroaches are a fact of life here, but they make me feel filthy. Like some crack-smoking junkie on Law and Order or something.
It must have been a young cockroach, because I caught it really fast. Then I left the vacuum running for five minutes so it couldn't crawl back out. Then I quickly removed the vacuum-bag (peeking inside to confirm that, yes, there was a shiny brown carapace in amongst the cathair and dustbunnies), threw it in a garbage bag, tied it up tight, and dumped it on my front porch.
Now I have no vacuum-bags, but that is a small price to pay. Cockroaches are a fact of life here, but they make me feel filthy. Like some crack-smoking junkie on Law and Order or something.
Am I being wise, or immensely foolish?
Aug. 23rd, 2007 04:11 pmI've just done something, and I'm not sure whether it was smart or stupid.
Sean (who's been keeping really quiet the past few days, I'm not sure if I've done something to piss him off, or if it's one of those things he's not telling me about, like so many things) just messaged me, asking if I wanted to teach at Akikusa on Saturdays (like last semester). This time, it would be one adult class and one grade-school class, both of which would be taught on my own, without Sean. The dates would be the 8th and 15th of December, and then eight days between January and March.
The thing is, there is a big dance recital on the 15th for all of the students of the various Alcamarani dancers (of which Yoshie-sensei is one). I haven't committed to this recital, but I was thinking about it last night, and I really want to take part in it. (We'll see how I feel on Sunday afternoon, after my mini-dance-recital.) I will never have this opportunity again, and I'm tired of putting my life on hold for this stupid job. I've been in Japan for three years, and I haven't done anything.
Sean told me I had until the end of work tomorrow to decide, and I just...decided. I mailed him back and said that I would prefer not to teach the Saturday classes, and I understand if that means I lose the weekday classes as well. If the pay was the same as last semester, I'm looking at approximately $800 that I've just thrown away (but since we haven't actually been paid for last semester yet, it's purely theoretical).
But, really, what's the point? Going to the university stresses me out - sure, it's a different stress than the stress of the Gakuen, but it's still stress. I'm losing my hair, I've lost my enthusiasm for the gym, I'm lethargic and pathetic. It's just not worth it.
Sean (who's been keeping really quiet the past few days, I'm not sure if I've done something to piss him off, or if it's one of those things he's not telling me about, like so many things) just messaged me, asking if I wanted to teach at Akikusa on Saturdays (like last semester). This time, it would be one adult class and one grade-school class, both of which would be taught on my own, without Sean. The dates would be the 8th and 15th of December, and then eight days between January and March.
The thing is, there is a big dance recital on the 15th for all of the students of the various Alcamarani dancers (of which Yoshie-sensei is one). I haven't committed to this recital, but I was thinking about it last night, and I really want to take part in it. (We'll see how I feel on Sunday afternoon, after my mini-dance-recital.) I will never have this opportunity again, and I'm tired of putting my life on hold for this stupid job. I've been in Japan for three years, and I haven't done anything.
Sean told me I had until the end of work tomorrow to decide, and I just...decided. I mailed him back and said that I would prefer not to teach the Saturday classes, and I understand if that means I lose the weekday classes as well. If the pay was the same as last semester, I'm looking at approximately $800 that I've just thrown away (but since we haven't actually been paid for last semester yet, it's purely theoretical).
But, really, what's the point? Going to the university stresses me out - sure, it's a different stress than the stress of the Gakuen, but it's still stress. I'm losing my hair, I've lost my enthusiasm for the gym, I'm lethargic and pathetic. It's just not worth it.
I don't even know what day it is anymore
Aug. 23rd, 2007 10:58 pmRead some wickedly awesome apocafic, and now have no idea how I'm going to go to sleep. But sleep I must, as I return to the Gakuen tomorrow for payday (yay!) and receiving the form where I have to fill in the news that I'm not continuing on next year (yay for me, but boo for the boss's betrayal face!). But never fear - after tomorrow, there's a whole 'nother week of vacation (ie, quilting, running up my electricity bill with airconditioning, not going anywhere ^_^)
I've set up coffee in the coffeemaker, and in the fridge I have sliced watermelon, nectarines, and those tiny grapes that go pop between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I will pack my gym bag to leave by the front door, pack my work bag, lay out my clothes for tomorrow.
I'm still a bit nervous about my decision this afternoon (financially speaking, of course), but am otherwise feeling okay.
I've set up coffee in the coffeemaker, and in the fridge I have sliced watermelon, nectarines, and those tiny grapes that go pop between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I will pack my gym bag to leave by the front door, pack my work bag, lay out my clothes for tomorrow.
I'm still a bit nervous about my decision this afternoon (financially speaking, of course), but am otherwise feeling okay.