as i sit on the porch and avoid a trip to the nacional for a few groceries and a little currency exchange, i am suddenly wholly aware that i absolutely HATE these daily errands. it's not because the dull nature of the task is just so delicious to avoid... no, i dread these trips to the bank/grocery store/electric company/mobile phone kiosk out of sheer terror.
normally, paying a phone bill is something that, as tedious as it may be, i can do on autopilot. in school, i was always on my toes, either tricking my students into learning or keeping up with the bullshit that makes a graduate education degree. so, when it was time to swing by tcf to deposit a check on my way home from work, my brain would turn off and habit would take over. the bank was never very fun, and quite often a nuisance, but it was easy.
i know i spoke no spanish before i got here, high school german be damned... but shouldn't i at least be granted the peace of mind of knowing exactly what to do and say when i have to run a simple errand? i payed like 800 pesos for overstaying my tourist visa, leonel couldn't at least throw a pamphlet of helpful phrases my way?
shit, my only safe haven is the grocery store, and this fatgirl had to work (and eat) her ass off (on) to master the checkout line.
it's logical to deduce, then, that for someone whose dignity was founded on the presumption of always knowing how to do shit my peers haven't yet mastered (doin loads of laundry at 12, kids), being less competent than a dominican 8 year old is a big blow to the ego. so, today i save face by not knowing why my atm card didn't go through at dinner last night and
i'm too tired to learn it all over again
damn it
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