I come home on August 13. That is less than a month away. 4 weeks from tomorrow. Today I saw my dear friend, Alex, as he was leaving. He'll be going home to South Korea. As it gets closer and more people leave I realize how much I'm going to miss it here. I love the people I work with. Well, most of them ;P And I've loved my job and everything I've learned from it. Hopefully I can push through and get as much as I possibly can out of these last weeks.
I feel awful cuz I hardly talk to anyone from Utah or BYU or missionaries...yes, I'm a horrible friend. I apologize.
Unfortunately the last few nights of work haven't been quite amazing, mostly because of the massive number of tour groups here from Argentina and Brazil and I can't understand them and they try to speak to me in their language anyway and then everyone just gets frustrated. Especially since all of them buy a 32 inch Mickey Mouse and about 32 mugs that need wrapping and about 657 pencils. And ask for an individual bag for each one for "gift." When they ask me to put them in the bag I just look at them and stick everything in the same bag and dump a bunch of bags into that. They can deal with separating them out later.
I went to Cici's pizza today and ate way too much. It was amazing. But now I feel totally sick. Yuck. I think today alone will cause me to gain back all the weight I've lost since being here. :P
I haven't found out about business school yet but I should hear back any day now. I'm still jobless for the fall and trying to figure out what I'll be doing besides school. Very frustrating task I've got on my hands here right now.
That's all I feel like writing right now.
Outside my window: some random kid playing his guitar. I know he doesn't live in this building so I don't know why he's hanging out here..by himself...?
