Stressed, Frustrated, and Dead Bodies

Rant time...

I was supposed to have an interview to teach skating here tomorrow, but I had to cancel it because I don't think teaching skating is logistically possible. I don't have skates and the rink is on the other side of the city (translation - money and time I don't have). And while I was very interested in the opportunity and I know it would have been great for my Spanish, I just don't think I could make the commitment. So today, after the interview had already been cancelled, the director asked me why I'm not doing it and said that I was passing up a great opportunity. Thanks. Lovely. So now I'm questioning my decision, because I was interested and I know it would have been good, I just simply don't have the time.

I've got 2 exams tomorrow - one written over grammar and another oral presentation over 4 Spanish holidays.

I'm leaving tomorrow night for Lisboa. I get back Sunday night just to leave again Monday morning for Galicia. Great - except for the fact that I have no clothes because laundry day is Sunday and last Sunday we were gone (1 week of clothes) and even though I asked my host mom to do my laundry I'm still waiting for it to be done for this week (2 weeks of clothes). And I have no jeans and almost no shirts left. And now I'm leaving for another week (3 weeks of clothes). See the problem? So, hopefully they will be washed tomorrow so I can have clean stuff for Sunday night.

I'm going shopping tomorrow after class. I need clothes and to de-stress.

Ah yes - and the dead bodies part...on my way to dance class today I walked out of the metro to find a ton of people and police gathered around. The police were roping off the road/building area and trying to get people to move on but of course no one would. So I crossed the street to get out of the way then stopped to watch. I suppose the blanket laying in the middle of the street with the blood all around it and the shoes sticking out from under the blanket should have given it away, but for a while I didn't know what was going on. A woman passing by stopped and asked me what had happened but I told her I wasn't sure. So then curiosity got the best of me and I asked another man standing and watching. Turns out there was an 83 year old woman who got hit by a delivery truck crossing the street. (Let me add that the possibility of getting hit by cars/trucks/busses here is very easy, as no one knows how to drive or use stop lights and the crosswalk at this particular intersection is not exactly visible when driving - however I'm pretty sure she wasn't in the crosswalk...) None the less, she died and when I was watching the body was still in the middle of the road (under the blanket with the shoes sticking out). Later I found out she got hit at 4:30 and I was there at 4:45.

Anyways, that's my day. It's also my anniversary, so I'm gonna go Skype my loving boyfriend who is going to make me feel better (and my padres too) and exchange some presents over Skype.