j.o.b.

alright, alright already.  

i've been working, and does anyone really want to hear about that?  it's so booooring.  it's just an office with horrible fluorescent lighting, bad lunch options, very, very few other women, hundreds of local, smelly day laborers, and way too many american deep-south construction dudes.  all applicable stereotypes absolutely apply.

there's the one who brags about his wife, who he picked up in honduras for twenty-six dollars.  she's half his age and is gonna give him a baby any day now.

and the others, with their bragging.  they forget there's an english-speaking/understanding female around, and gossip outside my window, taking their smoke breaks.  i know which ones prefer straight-up hookers and which ones like a bit more of a challenge and go for the dancing girls, i know which ones prefer which sexual positions, i know which ones have live-in ladies (mostly because i have to yell at them) - and i definitely know which of them are married!  i've had to talk to jilted girlfriends when the dude's wife has returned and said local girlfriend gets left high and dry.  i've had to fight with these same women to get back things belonging to the company (microwaves, toaster ovens, vases), which they were given by said departing dude, trying to buy their calm and silence while the wife was in town.

these are guys who LOVE and are excited about the fact that their lunch options are limited to pizza hut, dominos, subway, and kfc.  (and believe me, as unhealthy as this crap is in the states, it's got NOTHING on the level of nasty it holds here.)  these are also guys who come to me when there's a burnt-out light bulb in their flat, and demand that my guys come out and replace it.  i babysit rough, redneck, hillbilly, hick southern construction dudes, who are really just big sissies, for a living.   do you really want to hear more about that??

different subject.  pushpa obviously does not, contrary to what she said in her interview, read english.  i wrote her a note, asking her not to do laundry anymore on fridays.  we don't have a dryer, and don't like having a quarter of our living room taken up by the giant clothes rack the entire weekend.  well, it's monday today, and she didn't touch the laundry - she thought the note said she didn't have to do laundry anymore at all.  which means the basket's overflowing, and i'm laying in stinky, dirty sheets.  ugh.  i don't sound spoiled or bitchy, do i?  ... good, thanks, i didn't think so.