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My Birthday Cake
Topped with delicious Dragon Fruit, green cherries, and tomatoes. Tomato cake...mmm... It's been a while since rapped at ya. You see, I've just been having
so much fun teaching in Jining that my blog must simply have slipped my mind.
As the title would imply, today is my birthday. To all the people who didn't wish me a Happy Birthday, I say
thank you very much. And a VERY VERY SPECIAL thanks to the folks at work who DID wish me a Happy Birthday, including my colleagues and bosses.
I am now a senior citizen and, I think, older than most of my bosses, which is so awkward THAT IT BURNS. But they did throw me a small birthday ceremony, which I will relate to you. Actually, there's not much to it. They took me aside after work today and brought me a Giant Stuffed Puppy, some (raspberry) vodka, a cake and a birthday crown. We all ate some cake, sang the Happy Birthday song in Chinese, and then went about our separate ways. I left and spent an hour trying to catch a taxi home, carrying my bag and vodka and teaching supplies and the Giant Puppy while wearing my birthday crown and wielding my infamous bamboo rod. (The
whole time standing head and shoulders above everyone else with my out-sized hair glistening white in the setting sun.) It was HILARIOUS.
Here I want to add that, to those who didn't bother/haven't bothered in the past to call me, email me, or otherwise acknowledge my existence, (which means YOU Susan), well, thanks for nothing. It's become increasingly clear that I myself--having no friends, no family, no social support, no language abilities, no one to talk to, and the inability to so much as walk around the neighborhood without 1. drawing obscene amounts of attention, or 2. being totally lost and helpless--must begin to use this blog as a coping mechanism.
Oh. I've just reopened a very ugly can of worms. I will tell you about my day, and you will tell me I'm being negative and complaining (thanks, Life. Thanks, Karma) because you're a jerk (and the jerks know who they are!). Stop criticizing before you start! because I can't take just one more thing. There is a very fine line, if any, between writing my current experience down and whining: f'irnstance, I'm rather tired of walking home for a half-hour stretches, in tears much of that
time, because I'm terrible at what I do and so paranoid that I'm about to be fired, which will make me a failure at
just one more thing in life. I'm rather tired of having no one to talk to, vent on, rant, rave and rail to; and I'm additionally rather tired of recurring nightmares.
I'm also rather tired of rice and solitary confinement.
There. That's the truth. Have a nice day!
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susan
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I do so
I do so email you and I've sent you a package, actually two. Excuse me if I have life to get on with here. I am as available as I can be. Happy Belated Birthday and enjoy your giant puppy.