Today was definitely one of those days when I should have just stayed in bed.
One of the joys of living in my dormitory, here in Osan AB, Republic of Korea, is that said building has had either:
1) Running Water or...
2) Hot Water
on less than 45 of the 90 or so days that I have spent here so far.
So today was a real pleasure, what with me trying to take a 45-minute shower, utilizing all 4 drops of water I could muster at a time from my shower-head. But at least I wasn't completely screwed over. Those four drops WERE scalding hot. So I can't complain TOO much, right?
No, the real joy is when you go to brush your teeth and there is NO water. Or when you go to the bathroom you share with the guy next door to spit out that nice morning toothpaste/saliva from last night mix and your considerate neighbor lets you know that even the toilet can't be flushed by leaving something "special for you."
Wait, I'm wrong. The cake is delivered, icing and all, when you walk back to your kitchenette, and...
Deep Breath...
Your fucking ceiling's cardboard section, located stategically beneath the faulty AC, crumbles to pieces, showering you with crumbled cardboard, sawdust, and cement, along with all the water your SHOWER couldn't provide you with, but which the plumbing could not hold down either.
Never mind that it's not exactly clean fucking water when it's been sitting in your ceiling, folks.
Never mind that, at this point, you have no way to wash this crap off... unless you go spend $5 on water bottles from the soda dispenser which is out of soda, and wash yourself down with some freezing ass aqua-fina.
The punchline handed to me by the greater powers that be? As I leave for work (walking, limited car slots here), the weather turns from sunny to torrential downpour, instantly soaking me wet to the bone. Had I waited a few more minutes, I could have stepped outside in my "catch-me-fuck-me" running shorts and taken care of everything hygiene-related.
I had a rule I was trying to work on. In this party-every-day environment, I would limit myself to indulging only on Fridays and Saturdays. Tonight, that rule was crushed, destroyed, and in all ways put away indefinitely. I feel justified; even my grammar and spelling still work, I guess.
And right now, even as I wish I could sleep, there is that steady, drip, fucking drip, that is slowly but surely working on flooding half my room. And no one can do anything about it.
I realize that the government is probably trying alternative methods of getting people that are in, shall we say, specialized military vocations such as mine to get pumped, angry, and merciless in case the great northern horde decides to invade soon, but this goes beyond all civilized rules of warfare. I'd rather have brainwashing...
On the other hand... wait, there is no bright side today. I might have a lunch date, though!
One of the joys of living in my dormitory, here in Osan AB, Republic of Korea, is that said building has had either:
1) Running Water or...
2) Hot Water
on less than 45 of the 90 or so days that I have spent here so far.
So today was a real pleasure, what with me trying to take a 45-minute shower, utilizing all 4 drops of water I could muster at a time from my shower-head. But at least I wasn't completely screwed over. Those four drops WERE scalding hot. So I can't complain TOO much, right?
No, the real joy is when you go to brush your teeth and there is NO water. Or when you go to the bathroom you share with the guy next door to spit out that nice morning toothpaste/saliva from last night mix and your considerate neighbor lets you know that even the toilet can't be flushed by leaving something "special for you."
Wait, I'm wrong. The cake is delivered, icing and all, when you walk back to your kitchenette, and...
Deep Breath...
Your fucking ceiling's cardboard section, located stategically beneath the faulty AC, crumbles to pieces, showering you with crumbled cardboard, sawdust, and cement, along with all the water your SHOWER couldn't provide you with, but which the plumbing could not hold down either.
Never mind that it's not exactly clean fucking water when it's been sitting in your ceiling, folks.
Never mind that, at this point, you have no way to wash this crap off... unless you go spend $5 on water bottles from the soda dispenser which is out of soda, and wash yourself down with some freezing ass aqua-fina.
The punchline handed to me by the greater powers that be? As I leave for work (walking, limited car slots here), the weather turns from sunny to torrential downpour, instantly soaking me wet to the bone. Had I waited a few more minutes, I could have stepped outside in my "catch-me-fuck-me" running shorts and taken care of everything hygiene-related.
I had a rule I was trying to work on. In this party-every-day environment, I would limit myself to indulging only on Fridays and Saturdays. Tonight, that rule was crushed, destroyed, and in all ways put away indefinitely. I feel justified; even my grammar and spelling still work, I guess.
And right now, even as I wish I could sleep, there is that steady, drip, fucking drip, that is slowly but surely working on flooding half my room. And no one can do anything about it.
I realize that the government is probably trying alternative methods of getting people that are in, shall we say, specialized military vocations such as mine to get pumped, angry, and merciless in case the great northern horde decides to invade soon, but this goes beyond all civilized rules of warfare. I'd rather have brainwashing...
On the other hand... wait, there is no bright side today. I might have a lunch date, though!
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sorry.
I'm adding you to my friends list, because you have a voice of reason here, and that is all too rare, both in this forum and in real life.
cheers
erica marie