The foxy people always win in the end...

I just got a mail from Vida saying that Machida called her, and all the teachers (except Vida, who has to take her kids to Yatsuri) have to arrive at work at 7:30 for snow cleaning. That means shovelling and sweeping the driveway, and probably the playground, too.

This pisses me off because I was supposed to be on a 9:30 start tomorrow. There's no such thing as overtime pay at Kodomo Gakuen, oh no. There is only seething resentment and hatred, and I am full of both. You will most likely feel it as you are sleeping, my flist in the West, and it will fill your dreams with irrational anger and vitriol. I apologize in advance.

Or maybe I will call in sick.

Still no word from El Yutzo. Sean (who has a key) is going to stop at his apartment tomorrow morning, before going to work to call Yutzo's parents' place in Sydney. He packed an awful lot of stuff for someone who was only going home for two weeks. I remember thinking about that the night of the school sleepover, when he had to spend all sorts of time re-packing his bags.

What a yutz. I'm not sure what outcome would make me happier: that he just skeeved off to Australia, leaving us without a replacement English teacher (as I said, I think monkeys dressed in people-clothing would do a better job than he did), or that he's actually on his way back, but suffered some sort of terrible misfortune.

I blame some of this on Manson. You might remember him as the other teacher who started when Ryan did, but who never came back after our vacation in March, because his father got sick. Also, I think he really hated the job and was never actually suited to it, being a trained architect and all. It's quite possible that Ryan is simply following the trail laid by Manson all those months ago.

It's funny, because I was starting to feel bad about being such a bitch toward Ryan. I thought I was at least being civil, but Sean and Vida disabused me of that. No pity now, though. None whatsoever.

In weather-related news, apparently there's a typhoon coming. I can hardly wait.

Oh, my god, listening to Mr Ehhhh-chuuuu hawking up phlegm from his disgusting lungs is possibly the best quit-smoking-now signal I have ever gotten in my life. Ever.

I am super pissed off - yesterday, I bought an external DVD writer when I was at Kojima with Sean, and I can't install it on my computer. My stupid computer won't read the Japanese and, when I tried installing component parts, it just won't do anything. I'm certainly not letting the Yutz touch it, even if he is a computer guy, and Sean doesn't know what to do.

So, it's another trip to Kojima tomorrow, where I will try to convince them to take it back and give me back my money. I'm pretty sure they won't, though, because this is a nation where you don't take things back when they don't work, you just keep them and internalize your rage and frustration until you have a heart attack or suddenly snap and cut people's heads off (you think I am joking, but it has happened).

Calm blue ocean calmblueocean

I'd like to say that I haven't updated this weekend because I was off doing cool things, but the truth is that I did nothing and, since I do that most of the time anyway, I just didn't feel like writing about it. It was rainy, I was apathetic, and I wish it was Friday night again so that I didn't have to start a six-day week tomorrow morning. June is going to suck - I'll be working three out of the four Saturdays, which means I will only have one two-day weekend. Look forward to crankiness.

The only fun thing this weekend was thinking about the reaming Ryan is going to get from Sean on Monday. That boy is in trouble...

( There's being a yutz, and then there's Ryan )

I've been writing for over an hour now. I have to go to bed, since I'm on Ryan's bus shift tomorrow morning.

Hurts! I hurts!

I wish wish wish the lemmings at school didn't suck so hardcore in terms of thinking logically. We wasted somewhere in the neighbourhood of 4 hours today (accumulated) because everyone is stupid. I want to go in, do work, and go home. I do not want to hem and haw and consider several angles and not make a decision on anything, because I am a foreigner and I am direct. Some of the shit we are taking with us...I know we don't have any money, but Jiminy Crackers...

I have had a bath, I have packed the majority of the things I am bringing to Canada, and now I am going to bed. Just one more day of this...

When someone tells you that they will email you with some information on Sunday or Monday, is it wrong to be supremely pissed when it gets to be bedtime on Tuesday and still no email?

I thought as much.

My apartment is almost totally clean. Like, unbelievably so. And I've only thought about cigarettes, like, 100 times today. And that's an improvement.

I think my ears are defective, because every time I put my Nano-ear-bud into my right ear, it hurts like crazy. Painful crazy.

Tomorrow is the last day for the sga_flashfic Documentation challenge, and somehow I have managed not to write the story that's been going through my head. How does that happen? Tomorrow is also the day for the first prompt at stagesoflove, and potentially the day I get my assignment for sgarareathon. I need one of the dry-erase calenders that I used to use when I was at uni, just to keep track of my writing commitments.

Perhaps I will have a bath now.