Thursday, September 10, 2009

OK.

it's been hard to post given a. our reduced internet capacity (please see photos for our "alaskan wireless") and b. we're working like immigrants.


you heard me: like IMMIGRANTS!

an appropriate response given by scribe was, "well, as chris rock says - if you have a job that an immigrant can steal... you got a fucked up job."

and indeed i do. my feet are consistently on the verge of bleeding after standing for literally up to 9 hours. this is a whole new angle for an econ class: 'do you want to stand up for 9 hours? let's have class today standing up. oh, what's that billy - you don't like standing up forever? THEN GET A BA!'

i know. i'm a powerful teacher. can't wait to slap that lesson on em.

highlights:
-the 67% decipherable chef is from oakland and promises to make me adobo crab (?)
-the other chef (who has the shakes) likes K and finally had a first prolonged first human conversation
-we got off early today because the cruise ships couldn't dock in the city because there were 16 foot swells
-D attempted to catch fish with her bare hands... while tipsy. she grasped fish 3 times... fish, incidentally are slippery.
-i eat HELLA crab
-being single and without a criminal record, addiction to alcohol prescription medication, or marijuana makes us two of three women we've met yet... including teens.
-no pregnant women have tried to run us over in a borrowed vehicle, then gotten out and said, "i'm still gonna rip your throat out bitch," and then punched us in the jaw (unlike our one coworker/friend here... pobrecita)
-we're gonna sew!
-K like broccoli
-a lumberjack gave me a piece of wood
-we can work an espresso machine better than any barista at the lakeshore OR alameda starbucks
-the bus is one dollar


lowlights:
-the bus does not seem to keep any perceptible schedule
-working 10 days in a row (pah - labor laws shmabor laws)
-we're not friends with any indians yet
-we apparently can't get hurt here because, as advised by a local "hell no, i'd fly to seattle for any important shit"
-it rains like... a rainforest yo (who knew that was indeed a literal translation)
-we only kick it at the pussy smoke free bar because we're too tired to walk farther
-there's two places to shop: Tongass Trading Company (akin to big longs meets pier 39 meets REI... but smaller), or Walmart. Walmart had one option of long sleeve t-shirt to buy. ONE.
-there is no curry powder... anywhere


at least tim gun can keep us company.

1 comment:

  1. No, George Lopez said the joke about immigrants stealing your job. And Alaska is as terrible as I expected it to be, how can u live without curry? The Horror!

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