2.22.13
The warmest
day of the year for a few minutes, seven articles of clothing removed, my arms
look whiter than my hair, but cool winds prevail with a strong sun it’s time to
fill out another application form for another school who most likely will not
offer me a job and while I try not to sabotage my efforts-consciously or
subconsciously-I will God willing be grateful, even more grateful if I wind up
in Antalya.
Elizabeth
and Martin keep a blog of their adventures and hadn’t had access to electricity
for two days so they came to the restaurant. They were harassed for only
ordering a cup of tea, one cup, so they could use the wi-fi. Two weeks earlier we saw Martin in Prem
Maya’s garden trying to connect and it prompted Laxman to change the
password.
What I
didn’t know until I spoke with the young woman with clear blue eyes is the day
before we saw them piggybacking the wi-fi they gave Maya a hundred rupee note
for a forty rupee cup of tea and they didn’t receive their change back.
They were
angry.
Now, first, wi-fi is free to customers who
purchase something, these people are rightly called the customers,
regardless of what they purchase, whether it’s a ten rupee glass of hot water
or food. Second, the couple are
volunteering and being newly married have a budget and are living quite
cheaply. The expenses accrued from using wi-fi are neglibile and if they're not plugged in, which is usually the case in the afternoon when there is no power, the only cost is the labor that produces the tea.
So a forty
rupee cup of milk tea is a forty rupee cup of milk tea and whether you are on
top of a mountain or in a Starbucks in Hollywood, wi-fi is free if you purchase
a product. There is absolutely no
grounds for overcharging because someone doesn’t give you more than you want,
it is wrong, it is anti-karma, it is petty, some might call it theft, and
really, last night I thought how can I stay here anymore.
Before they
left Elizabeth apologized to Maya for making her upset and Maya knew, she has a highly keened
intuition and didn’t wish for me to speak with the woman, Maya knew what she
did was wrong. I trust it’s over because
I don’t wish to see anyone treated unfairly here.
You’re poor, be thankful for what you got, you’re rich, be thankful, and
really, keep your hands in your pockets and say please.
2.23.13
Forbes says
Detroit is the most miserable city in America and a story on Yahoo says Nepal
is the eighth most miserable country in the world. To boot I have applied for jobs also on that
miserable country list and geez, it is really making me feel miserable. Not even Annapurna and Lamjung are cheering
me up.
And the
worse thing is with everyone posting everything on the internet life just seems
to be getting worse. Even reading about
the rich and famous I can see through the shallowness and they are just not
attractive.
Ok, let’s
make some kids laugh. Where’s my bag of
dried apricots and Malaysian hard candy that isn’t very good.
Shipwreck
the sun I am on
your side
I spent an
hour today filling out an application for a job teaching little wieners in Hong
Kong and at the end I wasn’t able to submit the info because the website is not
bloody infallible and I figured, shoot is this really meant to be, c'mon, a sabotage not of my doing? Why was I not able to send it you’re telling
me you sabotaged it. I rarely see jobs
that aren’t working with little kids in Hong Kong, a city that is anything but
miserable.
And I wait
for the others, four that at least have let me know they got my info and are
reviewing it. I sent my cv and
everything else to places in Korea and Japan and Taiwan and the wankers probably just
moved it right into their virtual trash can, inconsiderate blah blahers. It's blatant age discrimination and they don't apologize for it.
A waxing
gibbous burns bright through the filtered clouds this evening. I moved the remaining wood that Laxman and
Maya’s cousin Reet-che chopped a few days ago in the lower garden to the shed and
Didi was begging, beseeching is perhaps a better word here, to help her clean
the beds in four rooms. ‘Tomorrow rain,
bolu pani porto’ and the ladies right above, Kushi’s mother and Manab’s mother
immediately start asking questions. I
hope it rains tomorrow but Maya doesn’t wish for this anymore even though the
tap has been dry for two days and I am beginning to smell. ‘I need people, not panni’. A successful business here needs a lot more
coming in and that might be one reason the unscrupulous become
unscrupulous. There’s a desperate and
sad response to needing something bad enough to take advantage of others in
order to get it. It shouldn’t be that
way but I let most of let it slide and I turn my fat cheek. Guy let it slide because he believes he’s
much richer than most around here, true, but not the landowners. Though a parcel might be tied up in
generations of family, selling a piece so everyone could have a better life is
attainable, you want your kid to have an egg every morning and you know you can
afford to do it but you don’t because you don’t know how to manage money, well,
shit, your children are neglected and it’s no one’s fault but your own and
there is too much dependency on the land and not on the people and they oughta
do it.
2.24.13
Thank
goodness a little rain has fallen. The
skies brighten now and my own suffering is self-inflicted. Finding a job where everyone is half my age
will keep me out of the picture.
#@%. Not only that but I don’t
have a decent shirt, a decent tie, no pants, no shoes, what the hell,
Jack. I have no one to blame but myself
and a malevolent spirit. #$@. I need some physical pain.
And so with
a blustery day and the fatigue of a market that is squeezing me out, I read
this Time story about health care in America and I got a pain in my
stomach. Thankfully, hopefully by
tomorrow morning I will dispose the problem and I will be alright again but I
am most grateful I haven’t had any serious trouble that would land me in a
hospital, and thankfully not one in America. The overcharging of all things in
healthcare is shameful.
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