I don't want to jinx myself, but after this afternoon's conference call to Quito, it's looking like your favorite slut is bound for the equator in 2010! Icing on the cake: My South American counterpart and I will be exchanging homes as well as our teaching jobs, and dude gots a swimming pool. Before the conference call, when Sweet Pickles was informed of this fact, guess what he did in his pants. Frosting on top of the icing on the cake: I didn't totally understand this part of the conversation (there were five of us around the speaker-phone on our end), but apparently my counterpart's home will come with a live-in handyman (or some kind of servant?). Sweet Pickles was thinking, "Uh, do you mean like, to take care of things and do shit around the house that I can't do??" Then, Sweet Pickles had to excuse himself to go change underwear and smoke an 'after' cigarette. Now, I ain't sayin' Sweet Pickles is a gold digger... but he ain't messin' with no broke faculty-exchanges! At this point, I think I may have flipped everyone in the meeting off, and said something to the effect of "Swimming pools and servants? Later, bitches! I'm out!"
Also, my counterpart and I will be doing a 'transportation exchange' as well. So if you spot a Latino driving Sexy Edward around town, wave! Unfortch, my counterpart's automobile is a standard (is that what you call the kind of car that's not automatic, where you have to jack around with the stick-shift?). At this point in the conference call, some smartass N-Lope made the observation that, even if the car was an automatic, Sweet Pickles still probably shouldn't be driving in a foreign country. True dat. N-Lope has ridden shotgun in Sexy Edward often enough to know that Sweet Pickles probably shouldn't be driving in the U.S. But, no worries... apparently, a taxi to campus only costs $1.00! And Sweet Pickles loves to be driven places!
The good news for my local peeps is that we're scheduling the exchange for 8 weeks during the summer of 2010. So, I won't be away long enough for you to start experiencing withdrawal symptoms. The bad news for my local peeps is that, obviously, Summer 2010 in O-Town is going to suck. Hard. If this thought is too unbearable for you, start pricing airfare for a visit to Latin America now. [When you get down there, we can swim in my pool!]
Special appreciation to my fineass boss for making this possible. She totally beats out all of my former bosses: Johnny Vasquez, Jack Mendel, Ueda-san, Nakajima-san, L'il Roy, J-Mur, the Bald Dwarf... even Hisaya's father (who made my first Japan experience possible)! Awww... thanks, slut. Love ya ;)
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