Counting Days

I know it's been awhile, but there are reasons. I was in Javea until Sunday night and have been/am still too exhausted/sweaty/frustrated to write about nothing or something.

Basically, I hate my job and have given up on ever liking these people. Last Thursday night Miryam and Jose had a "talk" with me about my "performance." They basically said they wanted me to do more with the kids, like take them to movies and play with them at the club. I said "well, I can't take them to the movies because you live in the middle of fucking nowhere." Or something to that end. And then I tried desperately to explain to them that I am not going to be their soccer/tennis/padel playmate. I'm not athletic. I'm happy to take them to the club so they can play there with each other, but I am not running after them 24/7. In the end, I think these people are idiots. When I said, you know, I've been asking all year, "what do you want me to do while I'm here" they said, "yes, we like that you ask such good questions." Well, that's great, but maybe you should FUCKING ANSWER THEM. I don't ask questions just to hear the sound of my own voice. Jesus.

Anyway, there are more details to that conversation that account for my constant frustration, but I'm too bored with it to write it again in here when I've already vented about it in my real journal. Suffice to say I think these people are idiots but am holding my tongue and doing my best to accomodate them until I can go back home in September. I'd quit, but I'm already halfway through this and it costs money to change my flight and I haven't been reimbursed for the original flights yet to begin with.

So that's that. I'm not sure what else to say now. It's hot and this stupid family doesn't have air conditioning, so I haven't slept in a few nights. Not even a fan. I think I'm going to by a small one for myself the next time I am in the city, if I can. Because this is fucking ridiculous.

It's a 100 degrees and all I want to do is sleep.