Wish me luck

Posted By on October 2, 2006

I am going to go see if I can get my doctor to sign two places missed in my doctor’s visit next month. My lab results came back while I was in the British Isles and I’ve finally typed up my personal statement about why the fact that I go to therapy doesn’t mean I’m too crazy to go to Peace Corps (can I rant enough about the stupidity of their attitude about therapy?) Everything else is double checked and I’ve made copies of everything except my dental xrays.

So, IF my doctor can sign my paperwork today, my medical clearance packet goes in the mail today and I should hear about placement in a month or so.

Bill Clinton in Ireland

Posted By on September 25, 2006

and I stayed at the Clinton Welcome Centre. Our room had an extra door that we could not unlock. We decided that Bill Clinton had the only working key to that door, so that he could get in and not have sex with anyone he wanted (Walker assures us that this makes sense to no one else.). Luckily, although our door had to be bolted, the doorknob was one of those quick release types that unlocks the bolt when you turn it. So we figured that the people running the hostel know that Clinton preys on the people in the hostel and so gave the doors special Clinton escape knobs so we could get away from him when he tries to not have sex with us.

Shannon pointed out a sign in Sligo that said “Constituency,” so I started saying “Is you is or is you ain’t my constitchency,” which Shannon says is the Bill Clinton mating call. She’s wrong. Bill CLinton hasn’t found us yet, and anyway, Walker is closest to the door, so if Clinton does come to get us, he’ll get Walker first and Shannon and I will have time to escape.

Dear Ulsterbus

Posted By on September 23, 2006

Your turn indicators are too loud. But thank you for making it so easy to tell if a bus driver turns without using his turn indicator, even from the back of the bus. This enables me to add one more thing to report them for. I would also like to report your drivers for:

1. Their unintelligible accents. Really, they need to learn to enunciate. And to speak Amer’can.
2. They drive on the wrong side of the road. This is exceedingly dangerous, but I suppose they feel that is necessary as:
3. You’ve put the driver’s seat on the wrong side of the bus. No wonder your drivers can’t tell their rights from their lefts.

At least the speed limits aren’t outrageously fast here like they are in the Republic of Ireland.

Thank you also for inviting me to drive for you. I’m sure I can improve your system vastly. But really, all those invitations are getting a little stalkerish. It seems like I get one everytime I get on the bus.

Sincerely,
Sika

So, after 4 days of hiking in the highlands, what have I learned?

Posted By on September 17, 2006

That when you only have one set of clothes that are hiking–oops, sorry, hillwalking–in the highlands appropriate (that would be waterproofs, heavy boots, wool, wicking-type socks and jumpers, 2 other layers for the top and two layers for the bottom including soft shell pants–OMG those things are brilliant and totally worth $100 in order not to have a wet butt after walking around in the rain for 10 miles and eating lunch on damp, mossy beech trees)and then you hillwalk in the hillwalking appropriate clothes for 4 days consecutively, the clothes really start to reek. My bottom layer shirt has sweat stains all over it, except, funnily enough, in the pits. (is that TMI?)

I really have been having a great time, although I’m still trying to figure out how that one sheep died.

I love ruins and the hillwalking has been tremendous. I didn’t summit any munros or corbitts or even the “little”, 2000ft hills, but I did get up to 472m in a relatively short distance. That day was a shorter one, and I think I could’ve gotten nearer to the top if only I had some more time. I did get to go into the “Lost Valley” in Glen Coe. As I am almost out of time here, I will have to talk about that later.

You know what’s sexier than New York Firefighters?

Posted By on September 11, 2006

Edinburgh firefighters. Who flirt. With me. Sometimes it’s worth it to get up early on a Sunday and then to walk up to the castle and then to be all indecisive about whether or not to actually pay the outrageous sum of £10.85p to go into the castle.

I’m mostly using the computers in the hostels, which up to know have been fine, except they think certaing things are risque and block my access. So, please to be emailing me your addresses so that I can actually write to y’all–’cause I can’t access that post from here. I also can’t use the update page because it apparently has too many weighted words. yeah, whatever.

Anyway, more of an update later when I’m not trying to figure out how to get up to Fort William tomorrow.

ETA: I’m using a different computer and I was able to get the addresses. Sarah, upon further review, you and the f-word were why I couldn’t access this. tsk. tsk. ;)

198

Posted By on September 11, 2006

This is a test to see if I can bypass the stupid censorship from this computer.

Nominated

Posted By on July 26, 2006

Caveat: at this point ANYTHING can change.

I have been nominated to go to do health outreach for the Peace Corps in Eastern Europe or Central Asia in March of 2007. I am very excited.

Now I have to find a 2 year temporary home for my cat(s). Y’all know someone who’d be willing to take my cats and then give ‘em back to me?

Hmmm

Posted By on July 20, 2006

My Peace Corps recruiter is calling me back at 3:30. I have to think about how to get qualified for a position in Africa or I don’t remember where, if I want to go to Eastern Europe, if I’m willing to wait until June to go, if I can be ready to go by November. The most interesting job to me is the HIV/AIDS coordinator somewhere in Africa, but I don’t have experience designing a database–although I have some experience using them. My lack of Spanish is getting in the way of me getting placed in Latin America–ironically enough where I want to go to improve my Spanish.

I’ve already decided that I’m turning down the placement in Guyana–I don’t need to learn English.

Any thoughts? This part may be more frustrating than any before.

Peace Corps

Posted By on July 12, 2006

When I submitted my application, the computer said to expect 3-4 weeks before I heard back from them.

The computer LIED.

They called after 5 days. I have an interview next Wednesday (as in a week from today).

So, sometime this weekend, when I am not at the Lavender festival or trying out the University Universalist Unitarian church with Bea and Renu, I will be shopping for interview clothes.

I was really surprised when Matt at Peace Corps felt the need to tell me to dress as if I was going to a *gasp* job interview. I asked him if he really had people come in underdressed for the interview, and he said that people come in holey jeans and ratty t-shirts. Dude, it’s the Peace Corps, but it’s still a job. And besides, they used to be CIA recruiters, so I’m surprised they don’t require buzz cuts.

At any rate, wish me luck. :D :D :D

Peace Corps

Posted By on June 13, 2006

Some of you know that I’ve wanted to go to Peace Corps since my sophomore year of college. But marriage and school and life conspired and I decided that I’d go after kids and retirement.

What with selling the house and getting money from it and thinking about traveling–I’m applying to the Peace Corps. All I have left is the essays and my resume. Unfortunately, I don’t have any copies of my old resumes. Curse keeping everything as 1s and 0s. Especially since there are two old supervisors that I don’t remember the names of.  I might have a printed copy somewhere–that’s my next task for today.

So, wish me luck.