2006: Mexican Madness - Have You Ever Felt Like the Blanket?

22.7.2006
You know that cute little saying "They stick like sh"t to a blanket!"?

I've been busting myself to hold things together this year cos it's been a really tough experience. It doesn't seem to matter what decision I make something crops up to thwart me.
I decide to stay & battle through, & the sh"t hits the fan; being the 'blanket' I am it all sticks to me.
I decide to get the hell out of here, & I can't 'cos the job market's on hold due to the summer holidays. Ah Sh"t!

I don't know where the 450 litres of water I pumped yesterday morning went, but there was no water this morning, & the cursed pump decided to play games with me. 1st lesson for today cancelled due to the higher priority of getting water into the place & at least re-establishing a functioning loo.

Remaining lessons completed & I learned that the accountant's being evicted tomorrow for not paying his rent. Fab! That means I have to pack up & find somewhere to live tomorrow after my morning class. Don't hold your breath for any email contact from me after tonight. AGAIN!

I have no idea how I'll accommodate the students that come to me for lessons. I have no idea how I'll be able to get to the students I travel to. If this eviction means I have to start from scratch again I think I'll lose my mind!

Internet stuff completed (email, Messenger, some research for tomorrow's class), I tried to go to my bed but the door handle poohed itself.
I patiently jiggled & fiddled it to no avail for 30-minutes.
I went for the forceful approach I've seen on TV by ramming it with my shoulder..I have a bruised and aching shoulder & a persistently closed door.
"Right..then I'll go for the door kicking approach next to the door handle all the TV cops use."
BASH, BOING, BOUNCE, BANG, BANG, BANG..my hip hit the tiled floor 1st, rapidly followed by my shoulders & head. The door is still closed.
Furious verbal abuse followed with no result..neither did "Open Sesame".
I CAN'T get into my room!

I wish I could shrug my bruised, aching shoulders & decide to resort to alcoholic oblivion in order to pass out on the couch that's about the size of an armchair anywhere else in the world, but you can't buy booze here after 10pm..and it's WAY past that time.
No prizes for guessing tomorrow's class will be cancelled. I'll be in no fit state to teach after 26-hours on the trot. I can't call to let my students know in advance cos the pay phone down the road is broken & it chewed up my phone card last night.

I'm livid! I'm frustrated! I'm tired! I want to scream! I want to cry! I want to kick an inflatable dolly to death!

If any one of you has a direct line to the guy in charge of 'lucky breaks' would you please have a word with him? Surely I've earned one by now?!
He can find me here trying to maintain my sanity & recoup my sense of humour by playing computer card games, whilst also scraping all this brown stinky stuff off myself.

Catch you when I can.