Sex in the Sand
Jul. 14th, 2011 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
potato_headToday we all just kind of chilled. We were going to take more surveys but it turns out none of us felt particularly up to it, and nobody was agreeing to fill them out, probably because we all looked unpleasant and unhappy. So we gave up after like ten minutes, lmfao.
Then we went out tonight to search the night market for luggage...I need another small bag or suitcase to carry the stuff I bought, and Neila needs the same. The woman selling the luggage wasn't there, though. We might just go to the Pearl Market to buy the nice bags we saw there. We stopped in a study/student sort of cafe that served alcoholic drinks; I just had fries, no drinks obviously (I say obviously, but did I ever actually mention here that I don't drink? IDK, I thought I did?) and besides I had one of the vitamin C powder waters I've been dosing myself with. Cold is mostly cleared up BTW, as are emotional issues I think. In retrospect I think it actually had very little to do with being here or stress, it was just one of the emotional fits I tend to have before maturing a bit. Because God forbid I look the slightest bit functional :P
Hmm, there isn't actually a lot to say. The alcohol-serving cafe was just interesting. I told dad about it and had trouble getting him to understand that it was a cafe that primarily served coffee, not a bar. It was dead silent in there despite there being a bunch of other customers.
Also, the service in most places here is rude as fuck. We talked about that tonight. I know most countries don't have the same customer service culture as America, but here, many of the servers make it obvious they dislike every customer who comes along to bother them. Reminds me of the morning shift at work back home...(speaking of which, dear morning shift: serving customers is actually your job, not standing around chatting. I am tired of fielding complaints about you from customers and am just going to start telling them you are all just rude and untrainable and unfortunately it is not up to me to fire you. Guess which one of us is going to be here next year regardless, considering how hard I am to replace and the fact that I actually do my work)
All of my clothes here are starting to smell like the food here. Including clean clothes that haven't been near any food or even near my dirty clothes. It's perplexing. This shirt I just put on smells vaguely of peanut oil. ???????
Also, we're going on to Shanghai on Saturday! Yay! I just packed all my clothes back up for the most part, since my dirty clothes had been living in a pile next to my suitcase. I did indeed fit it all back in. Which I knew I would, and is probably not worth reporting...but mom thinks I can't do it, was even telling me to just throw away things I don't wear much so that I would be able to fit all my clothes back in my suitcase, and I guess I'm still not entirely confident that most people think I am competent at life. (Really? Throw my clothes away?? I didn't even bring anything I don't wear regularly!)
Then we went out tonight to search the night market for luggage...I need another small bag or suitcase to carry the stuff I bought, and Neila needs the same. The woman selling the luggage wasn't there, though. We might just go to the Pearl Market to buy the nice bags we saw there. We stopped in a study/student sort of cafe that served alcoholic drinks; I just had fries, no drinks obviously (I say obviously, but did I ever actually mention here that I don't drink? IDK, I thought I did?) and besides I had one of the vitamin C powder waters I've been dosing myself with. Cold is mostly cleared up BTW, as are emotional issues I think. In retrospect I think it actually had very little to do with being here or stress, it was just one of the emotional fits I tend to have before maturing a bit. Because God forbid I look the slightest bit functional :P
Hmm, there isn't actually a lot to say. The alcohol-serving cafe was just interesting. I told dad about it and had trouble getting him to understand that it was a cafe that primarily served coffee, not a bar. It was dead silent in there despite there being a bunch of other customers.
Also, the service in most places here is rude as fuck. We talked about that tonight. I know most countries don't have the same customer service culture as America, but here, many of the servers make it obvious they dislike every customer who comes along to bother them. Reminds me of the morning shift at work back home...(speaking of which, dear morning shift: serving customers is actually your job, not standing around chatting. I am tired of fielding complaints about you from customers and am just going to start telling them you are all just rude and untrainable and unfortunately it is not up to me to fire you. Guess which one of us is going to be here next year regardless, considering how hard I am to replace and the fact that I actually do my work)
All of my clothes here are starting to smell like the food here. Including clean clothes that haven't been near any food or even near my dirty clothes. It's perplexing. This shirt I just put on smells vaguely of peanut oil. ???????
Also, we're going on to Shanghai on Saturday! Yay! I just packed all my clothes back up for the most part, since my dirty clothes had been living in a pile next to my suitcase. I did indeed fit it all back in. Which I knew I would, and is probably not worth reporting...but mom thinks I can't do it, was even telling me to just throw away things I don't wear much so that I would be able to fit all my clothes back in my suitcase, and I guess I'm still not entirely confident that most people think I am competent at life. (Really? Throw my clothes away?? I didn't even bring anything I don't wear regularly!)
