really a restaurant, actually; sits down; has what is becoming her customary drink before every meal but breakfast (pisco sour); finishes a lovely lunch complete with cream of mushroom soup (smilingly think how Kristina's NOT there yet she still wanted mushrooms), has already swallowed the last of her post-postres coffee; begins several very unpleasant minutes of about-to-blackout-for-absolutely-no-reason, and finally faints (after valiantly attempting to reach the men at the restaurant's counter). Good times.
The first time I almost-blacked-out-for-reason, I and my 4th or 5th grade class were in church, praying the rosary. Every few years after, I would randomly almost black out, though usually putting my head down between my knees stopped it. I don't remember if I have actually fainted before, excepting when I donated blood in high school. It never once occurred to me to ever bring this up with any doctor I've had. At this point, after this memorable, actual-fainting-spell, I assume this is taking the place of the seizures that almost killed me as a baby. The last seizure I had when I was in 6th grade. I would say they're stress-induced-- maybe they ARE stress-induced, I just don't consciously feel said stress all of the time.
I do feel it today though, as I impatiently wait for some response from the three companies I've applied to for work. It has only been a couple of days, but that doesn't stop me from thinking, surely someone is going to contact me NOWWW....
Over the weekend I discovered that one MUST set-up their magic jack with a PC, NOT a tablet. I only have the latter, and attempting to break this rule caused my tablet to shut down & not turn on again for about 10 minutes twice. I have since sworn that terrible tool will never go near my tablet again.
Still, I'm pleased that I have dinner plans with one of the teachers I've been corresponding with who's here in Santiago, as well as probably sharing some barbecue with Roberto and his mom on Wednesday's holiday. I'm also pleased with how damned nice the Chileans are. Of course, the ones I meet most often now are proprieters of cafes or restaurants, but they always end up coming to talk to me, asking about where I'm from, what I'm doing here, where there are schools that do exchange programs or teach English, and lies about my Spanish not being piss-poor. I do plan on going into a school for work, it's just that it's so intimidating when my best Spanish is for getting a drink, rather than a job. Ho-hum.
Honey, you need to start somewhere with a new language! What better place to start learning than a bar? Oh sure, you COULD learn it in a "school" or by using Rosetta Stone or some other such nonsense. Really though, isn't the point of learning another language so you can apply it in real life situations?
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