I'm currently bleaching the walls and ceiling in my bathroom. There is inadequate ventilation in there, so when I take a very hot shower the walls start to leak this brown gluey stuff. My landlords have attempted to fix it, but so far it's still a problem. As I was suiting up with my elbow-length latex gloves and pearls, I wondered, did I ever really live that expat life where I had cleaning ladies (mama-sans) come in each month to take care of my house? I should have left my blog archives up so I could be certain. I don't mind saying that things have gotten considerably less glamorous in the past nine months.
After a two-day break, I'm back on the job hunt and am putting together several cover letters this afternoon. It feels so cheesy. I detest sales, and that includes selling myself. I know I have to do it, and I am. But it feels a little slutty. I'm also applying for the NYCTF program, and looking into a local teaching certification program as well. I don't know what I want to do at this point, so I think it's best to go in a couple different directions and see what develops. Can't give up, right? And there's no reason to be pessimistic about it. It probably wouldn't work anyway. (Little joke there.)
I have a busy couple of weeks coming up, but more on that later. Now I have to go scrub the toilet. OCD makes that really fun. :)