Some things are really ticking me off!

I know I am in a tropical country but do you think the rats could stay away? We have very little furniture, people keeping the house clean and we live on the second story. Why was he here? The thing that bugs me more is when you tell people there was a rat in the house their first question is "How big?". Does it really matter? There is vermin in the apartment! To top it off, not only did I hit a rat with my putter (which, by the way, was my best swing in ages) but I stomped on two roaches. Oh, no- not the roaches you hippies are thinking of, but actual juicy, size of the palm of your hand kind.

Then, down the way Caden was able to see a grasshopper that, no kidding, must have been four inches long. Why the hell are people living in this place?

Line-ups are also tough to navigate. People here stand in line like they drive- just waiting to find any daylight to squeeze into. Being Canadian, I will be patient and allow others to go ahead. Where does that get me? In the back of the damn line, that's where! So, I have learned that if you cross your arms in front of you that means you are some pissed. Indonesians don't like anger and that one thing that shows your anger. Plus, if you walk away they are upset that they didn't make a sale.

"Jam karet"- Indonesian for rubber time. No, it's not what your girlfriends used to say to you when you were dating, it is how Indonesians do their daily tasks- whenever the hell they want! Time just bends and stretches like a rubber band. I don't think there is a word for priority. I am still waiting for a projector in my classroom that was supposed to be installed Thursday. I was told next week two weeks ago for school agendas and then our school IT person keeps telling me to email any problems you are having. Ironically, the damn internet is always down so emailing is somewhat difficult.

Oh, and did I mention there was a rat in the apartment?