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Anna Overseas

4/29/2005

I just feel the need for a short post:

I am now wearing an eyepatch, and will be for the next little while at least.

"Oh! I have a clever idea! I'll get contacts! Tee hee hee!"

*sigh* Will post more when I get used to staring at a computer screen with only one eye.

Anna stopped here at 9:41 PM

4/27/2005

After forcing myself to finish reading Bridget Jones' Diary, I have discovered the error of my ways. Obviously everything that's wrong with me is that I don't have a boyfriend. I am now taking applications. Feel free to email me, or comment on this post.

{Edited to Add: Will take comments back off blog once a suitable application has been received.}

Anna stopped here at 6:04 PM

4/26/2005

Things I've Learned in the Last Few Days, a list, by jo

  1. One of my friends feels that "the common fig tree" is far too common for him, and he must be presented with an uncommon fig tree post-haste.
  2. One of my friends doesn't mind being used as a "ball" in a game of keep-away.
  3. One of my friends has a very World of Warcraft sense of humour. He makes a good dwarf.
  4. One of my friends needs to take a light narcotic in order to spend time with me.
  5. Trying to make something sound less crazy by saying "I'd do that!" tends to backfire.
  6. I can't trust one of my friends in the kitchen. Ever. EVAR. At least not if honey is involved. Or peanut butter. But let's not talk about the peanut butter.
  7. My friends won't talk me out of hair-brained schemes.
  8. My purty new pen won't write well on postcards, but if you cover the writing in tape, it works okay.
  9. No one will talk me out of making a voo doo doll out of one of my coworkers.
  10. Don't trust Don with the books. Any books. Because he will either leave it behind in someone else's car, or pack it up in a box and give it away when I'm in the middle of it. Stupid Don.
In Other Words: Having a wonderful time. I really want to write a big long entry about the Muttart, but most of what I have right now is "Muttart good, then went to sleep."

Anna stopped here at 1:23 PM

4/24/2005

I'd like to start this entry by saying that my current boss is not nearly as undertstanding as my last one about me walking into the office and saying 'Lesbian Ninja Pirates! With monkeys!' first thing in the 'morning'. Whereas the last one just smiled and nodded, this one wandered into his office and closed the door, and refused to talk to me about striped socks for the rest of my shift.

Which is really just an interesting opening for me to explain that lately I have loathed work, and am just dialing it in. I really feel that I'm losing my interest in the whole idea of working at this place anymore. Part of that is the whole "Going to Scotland and leaving this place behind forEVAR!", but a lot of that is just the sheer boredom and tedium of my job. I add things, then write the numbers down on a piece of paper. All night. Sometimes it's even the same number over and over again.

I just think the whole thing is part of a greater symptom, though. I'm alternately anxious about going to Scotland (which includes such gems coming from my mouth as "But... but... I don't speak like Scottish people, no one will understand me!) and counting down the seconds till I can blow this popstand. I know I'm going. It's a statement of fact. Now it's just playing the hurry up and wait game, and that's always frustrating, and it makes me doubt this is the right decision some days. I mean, what if I go there, and they all... I don't know... wear oatmeal for hats or something?

(I have no idea why it was less scary to go to China, except perhaps that no one in China could look at me and think I'd know what was going on. In Scotland, right up until I open my mouth and prove I'm Canadian, a lot of people will think I'm stupid.)

The whole thing just doesn't feel real yet.


Of course, then there's the whole conundrum with my eyes.

As I mentioned before, my glasses broke, and the nice eye people gave me some disposable contacts so we could determine if I can wear contacts or not. Of course, with my right eye being completely useless (thus, as a Lesbian Ninja Pirate, I am totally getting an eye patch - with rhinestones!), they've had a lot of problems "fitting" contacts to me. And I'm really beginning to question which way I want to go.

I mean, there's the whole issue where my face feels lighter (a lot lighter - my glasses are heavy!), I have peripheral vision, and in close situations, my eyes seem a bit better with the contacts. However, my night vision is shot to hell -- I can't read a lot of glowing signs because the light blurs together, and everything is a bit mussed up from a distance. My eyes are also really dry a lot of the time, but that's been getting better as I wear the contacts more, so it may not be a factor to consider.

In terms of cost, I seem to recall that it comes down to basically the same thing for a pair of glasses versus a year's supply of disposable contacts.

The answer would be clear to me (unintended pun) if I drove. There's no way I'd drive with these contacts. But I don't. I don't have issues with a computer screen, which is the main function of most jobs I've had in the past... um... 7 years or so. So, it's a really tough choice for me.

I'm going to stop by the eye people tomorrow and talk to them. It may really come down to which is cheaper. But I don't know.

See, these are my conundrums. Isn't my life great? *grin*

And in yet more unrelated to anything else news, I finished The Hundred Secret Senses, and am basically bookless right now till I get something new, unless I want to unbend and read that wretched Bridget Jones' Diary to the end.

Somehow, I don't think so.

Anna stopped here at 9:32 PM

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A 20-something Canadian who used to teach English in China. There's lots in the archives about my experiences with teaching, with culture shock, and with my adventures in China. Occasionally it meanders into melancholy (part of the culture shock), which must be very dull to read, so you can skip that.

But right now, I'm back in Canada, and kinda determined to do something with the several thousand photos I took, as well as write more about China and other stuff.

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