And so denial begins. And for the next 5 years…
Oy vey! One day you’re all "waaah, I’m so bored, give me a job!" and the next you’re already outsourcing. Classic. Life has been exciting around here. And busy. We now have a pretty active (and wildly exciting) social life, we have been on TV and have spent the first month in Rome living on our own meager means. Yippee!
Tonight we’re headed to Gogol Bordello. Roberta and her bf and Cara are all going. It’s going to be so much fun. + the nonsense shouting I’ll masquerade as singing will be very welcome. I am so happy lately. It’s like all the things that I had envisioned would happen upon my return, have finally happened. And I am trying to keep all my resentment to a bare minimum, but sometimes it just leaks out. I still manage to maintain my incontrollable rage. There’s no way we’re getting rid of that, I’m afraid.
And as for what transpired in the recent elections… I have called myself out of it all (of it-al-y). I am planning a move to Sweden and may the left-wing gods be on my side. I am beyond appalled. I am disgusted and angry and grrrrrr and bleah and I want to spit at people. And that’s all I’m saying. I have unsubscribed from my newspaper and will live the rest of this legislature in ignorant bliss. Fuck them! FUCK THEM ALL! — ok, now I’m going to stop caring
My teaching job is still going, I get ulcers every other day and am so grossly underpaid it makes me weep. I am still holding out for that dreamy part-time job and hoping that all the stars align just right and good things happen. At that point, I’ll pick and choose a couple students and resign from the rest. €10/hour is too little for the amount of work I have to do. However, teaching can be fun and quite lucrative, so I will keep it up. I will just ditch my pimp and go solo. I am glad I started backed up by a school. I needed to build up some confidence with the teaching. It ain’t easy! And so now I have to print out business cards and start promoting myself. Lots of people have offered help, but I am so lazy I have been putting it all off. One more lesson with the devil-kid and that’ll be the last push I need to get my ass in gear. Devil-kid is REALLY bad. He’ll start asking me when I’m leaving before I even plop my ass down on the chair. He won’t listen, he won’t do his homework. He can’t read. He doesn’t understand what he reads. But he insists he wants to go to an American school. There is a test to get in. He would’ve stood a chance if it wasn’t an oral test. He cannot speak. All his phrases begin with "he". and have an inappropriate amount of "a" in them. He sounds like what an American would sound like when making fun of an Italo-American. Except he doesn’t have any vocabulary or grasp of English. "What is the simple past of can?" "Can’t?" And I know it might reflect bad on me that this kid doesn’t know English. But I don’t care. I just sit and listen and while I’m trying not to strangle him, I make mental notes of all the stupid things he said so I can then include them in this blog.