I have had a really bad few days. Aside from the sore throat I had been fighting, I had a rough day at work yesterday. The kids were cranky as ever, and one of the kids (that I’m ashamed to say… I REALLY dislike) bit me! I have a bruise on my arm now. That kid is so lucky that I have at least some control of my anger. All I wanted to do was smack the shit out of him and tell his mother what awful children she had raised (he’s a twin). This kid and his brother are whiney, selfish, spoiled, undisciplined little brats and I really don’t like working with them. WOW. SOOO glad I didn’t tell his mom that. hehe.
Also, as if my day weren’t bad enough… I think I caught the chickenpox. I was working away that morning when one of the girls said… “Amy, what are all those spots on you?” I looked and sure enough the two or three spots I found a few days ago had turned into dozens. They were all over my arms, back and tummy. They didn’t itch but I knew enough to know I was in for a bad week. Adult chickenpox are very dangerous and miserable. Needless to say I had a bad day. Except that they hired a new girl who is really nice and she speaks English. It was the highlight of my day.
The night got worse. I decided to take the day off of work today to re-coupe and check the spots so last night when some guys I met last week called and invited me out for drinks with them and their friends I thought why not. I had hoped it would help take my mind off of the spots and impending itchiness. When they called I was in a cafe on Azza Street having some dinner and getting some writing done. I was content to stay there but since they called, I raced back home to get cleaned up. After a quick shower, I did my hair, makeup and got dressed then walked 20 minutes or so to the city center. When I got there I tried to call the guys to see where we were to meet. They answered “Who is this?” when I called. That pissed me off. I just walked all the way downtown, while sick and covered in spots just for you to blow me off? In the end I had to spend 20 Shekels for a cab ride home. What a waste.
Today had its highs and lows. Admittedly, mostly lows, but at least I got to sleep in until noon. After I woke up I watched some tv that I downloaded at the cafe yesterday and decided to go get myself a mobile Net stick. I pre-planned my bus route as I usually do, only the bus stop wasn’t were it was supposed to be. So I walked… and walked… and walked. Then I stopped for directions and found out I had walked in the wrong direction and it was another 20 minute walk. At that point I just caught a cab. $5 later I got to orange only to find out that the pre-paid net stick would cost me over $130 up front. That was cash I didn’t have at the moment. So I went home (Oh and P.S. there was another orange store 10 minutes away from my house that I didn’t know about, nice huh?). Or so I though. I asked a soldier at the bus stop which bus to get on to go to the central station. She told me 67 so I got on the 67. Well apparently I missed the stop and ended up all the way on the other side of town in a VERY religious neighborhood, wearing tight pants and a brightly colored top. (BAD IDEA!)
After riding the bus for what seemed like 40 minutes I asked someone for directions. They told me to take another bus. so I got off and waited another 20 minutes for the next bus. I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing, so I paid the driver and proceeded to walk toward the back of the bus. Oops… little did I know until it was too late that it was a split bus. This means that the men sit up front and the women go to the back. This is done for modesty reasons. So I have now offended every Hasidic man on the bus by walking past them in my tight ass jean pants. I did notice after a second and said I’m sorry the whole way to the woman’s section (because there were other people behind me.)
After my major woops and all around bad day I needed a smile, so I put on a song that I thought would cheer me up. Hanson’s Mmm Bop. It did the trick. I giggled like a little girl through the whole song. It was made more humorous by the religious men and women all around me. I was so out of place that I laughed at myself. I ended up riding the bus until the very last stop. After everyone got off the bus I started to panic. I went to the driver and asked him where I was. We had a largely one sided conversation in Hebrew and he offered to drive me to the street I needed to go to. It was very sweet of him. He was cute too… I should have asked for his number. Hmm… Oh well. It was the second nice thing to happen to me today. In the midst of all the crap… the nice things should be counted.
I decided to spend what little money I had on groceries. So I stopped at SuperSal on the way home. I bought stuff to make a lemon salad (nowhere near as good as Jakin’s but I tried) I used zucchini, carrots, and this yummy veggie called Colorabi. I’ve never seen it in the US but its sorta like a flavor cross between a an apple and a cucumber or something. In any case, its mucho tasty. I also bought some instant noodles and hotdog fixin’s. Ooo, almost forgot good thing number three. I found a shekel on the ground on the way home. I’m going to use it for Tzedakah (charity). It’s my personal mantra. I use found money for either charity or to do something nice for someone. Karma.
I had the hotdogs for dinner and discussed our current apartment problem with my roomie “E”. My suspicions from my late night critter scare last week were correct. We have mice or rats, we’re not 100% sure. Either way, the traps are set and we’re ready to go a huntin’! While our un-invited guest is facing his short lived destiny, I will be spending a relaxed evening watching tv online.
Night Ya’ll!
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