Summertime Musings

I've been quiet because I'm still totally digging Madrid in the summer. My life without work has been uncomplicated and filled with ample amounts of pool time, although I foresee that money will become an issue before I receive my first paycheck in early November. I've also realized that I'm due for one more psychotic discussion with my crazy boss about reducing my hours and moving to part time status once and for all. After three trimesters of goofy yes-no-yes-no about my hours, I'm digging in my heels and refusing to budge. This uncompromising stance could theoretically make me jobless, which means that I may be returning home early. The problem is that I've spent too much time in Spain working to allow my final three months to be taken over by the demon that is English Teaching Abroad. I rue the day I met you, luring me in with false hopes of easy money!

In between time spent at the pool and time spent mulling over future possibilities, I've been preparing for my month-long trip back to the States. When I come back from that trip I'll have three months and then a tearful goodbye to Spain, which complicates the packing process. I've been feverisly playing the Gamecube because I have a feeling it's gonna get stowed away pretty soon. I've also gotten a little worried about seeing everyone for the first time in so many months. Not counting the Lightning Weekend in March, I haven't been home since Christmas (I say smugly). It's a bit like a test, or a challenge; holding your breath underwater. How long can I stay submerged in Spanish culture? Although really, it's not like I'm in Nigeria; my greatest cultural quandry is choosing over Burger King or Telepizza on my way to the swimming pool. And that's exactly the kind of culture I can live with.