Day 163

Friday October 4th, 2013

Too bad the police had no idea what I was talking about this morning when I showed up and the traffic officer I talked to yesterday focus himself on a bus to Kampala earlier this morning. 

Did I mention I hate the police? I show up at 9, not only does the new traffic officer I'm dealing with not even greet me, but insists that I'm late and that I was supposed to be present at 8:30. What in the hell? No. I wrote it down. 

Needless to say that the police this morning was a fiasco. I don't have the route. They kept complaining and asking where my colleagues were. There was a serious communication issue. I was happy to be done with that. 

Except now I don't have a route. Oh well. I suppose there is still time. 

I have to also say that my butt bones and my vaginal cushion are no match for the hills and rocks in the streets not to mention my rock hard bike seat. 

Lord help my lady parts. 

Had a volunteer come visit. Went to city top, that Indian restaurant which I love, but my belly is always jacked up afterwards.  But I still eat it because its delicious and I didn't have to cook it for it to be that way. 

Found ourselves at a rotaract meeting at one of the local universities. The cute little mine Rotarians. Mind you, I've decided I may not like rotary. 

We did get invited to a bunch of social outings. Too bad we have training when they are happening. 

I haven't decided yet if that was sarcasm or not. 

Decided to go out. Skipped around and first encountered a silent disco. I've heard people rave about them, we walked away. 

Found ourselves at the usual spot where we bargained with our driver and holy hell!!! We got him to come down and we got others to agree with our price. Felt like a boss after that. 

Untouchable. 

Overall I would have to say day equals success. 

Success. 

Day 162

Thursday October 3rd, 2013

I hate the police. They are rude and pompous and very self righteous.

I also love the sign in their office talking about, "Don't bribe me. This is my job," as they proceed to ask me what it is that I will be providing for them for the World AIDS Day event. What in the hell?!?

Anyways, I managed to acquire a private car with the police tomorrow to map the route of the 5k. Too excited!! I get to ride with the police!! In their car which is nice because I'm not sure that I could manage on my bike. 

Holy.

This morning it did only take me 9 minutes to reach the police station albeit I was sweaty and exhausted and my body is hurting mostly my vagina. It feels like someone punched it repeatedly with brass knuckles on. It's quite an uncomfortable feeling.

Did some work on the facebook page today. I swear facebook is taking over my life again. I'm over it. Although I'm sure I won't quite be over it until my service is over. Yikes.

I found myself at a rotary club meeting tonight. Holy mother eff. The ride there was torturous. Although I'm sure it was only like three or five miles. All I know is that getting there and then getting back was a bitch and I'm beginning to question my bike purchase. 

Everyone was very nice to me though and it was nice to extend my idea and request support from the community, BUT I found that they are having their own marathon and it's supposed to be on the same day as ours? What? I'm a bit confused. 

Damn supervisor.

Time for dinner. Peanut butter and bread. Can't stop eating it. 

It has been decided. Peanut butter is the devil, in eatable form. Yup. Eatable. 

Day 161

Wednesday October 2nd, 2013

Showered for the first time in some time today. I really need to get better at this whole bathing thing. It seems that no matter how many times I bathe whether daily or weekly, I can't manage to get used to that cold water.

Well I washed my hair too. First time for that in three weeks. I'm surprised I even have any hair left. It is really quite remarkable.

I was feeling adventurous today and so I made egg salad sandwiches. Everyone wonders how I keep the mayo without a fridge and through thorough google searches I have discovered that refrigeration is required to preserve flavor, not the product itself and so I now have an opened unrefrigerated tub of mayo in my kitchen.

Life is good.

Aside from my culinary enterprises, I also folded and took inventory of my clothes before I found myself out of the house where I set up a meeting with the District Police Commander (this may be wrong, but I do know that the meeting was made with the head police guy, so this seems right). I emailed my executive director about the World AIDS Day budget. I'm starting to worry.

Ooh!! And I bought a bike. I think my life will be forever changed.

Forever.

Did I mention I'm now a member of a bike club? Yup.

Today was a good day.

Day 160

Tuesday October 1st, 2013

Holy we are in the Octobers!! Thank the mother eft!! Just two more months and I am out of here!!

Unless of course the government stays shut down for over what? 16 days? All I know is that I want to be sent home. I'd do it for a government shut down. Can't believe the American government shut down.

Shame.

More training today on the American government's dime. Yeah because that makes sense.

 I may just kill my coworker. He doesn't understand how very real the danger is. He is such an annoying pompous lazy ass know it all. And I need people to stop treating me as if I am 12. I am 26 with a bachelor's degree and work experience.

Gheezeus. Please. Kill me.

I cooked my meat, which I wasn't able to get to for some time today because of the damn training. It stressed me out. I did the smell test, which here doesn't really work because the beef smells weird anyways. The cows are different and eat lots of garbage. I wonder if this is what garbage tastes like...

Oh yuck.

I had to stop eating my spaghetti. Even though I really really wanted it and it was tasting oh so good. From my google searches to the advice of the fiancé amongst others I became terrified and stopped. Worst bit is that i had parmesan. Made it soooo tasty!

Next time I buy meat, I'm cooking it that day. That or just not buying meat anymore. I haven't decided just yet.

Day 159

Monday September 30th, 2013

Today I started a grants writing training. Too bad I feel that I can't at all be bothered to sit through this training where the Ugandan trainer continues to point out the fact that the money for this training and the food is being paid by the American people.

Yes. Stop staring. I am one of those American people.

Day 158

Sunday September 29th, 2013

One week no smoking. Kill me.

I made a new (non)friend today.

I wake up early and so even though I went to bed last night after two in the morning, I was up by 7/8 and instead of being considerate of my company, I instead decided that I was very interested in cleaning my house, which in light of yesterday's events, I was. I also had a boatload of laundry to do. 

So I quietly excused myself from my bed, proceeded to my bathroom where I closed the door and began to talk to my fiancé while I hand washed all my clothes.

Eventually my company woke and I was informed how she was restless and wanted to go to town. I was still doing laundry. She said I could meet her. That's fine. I now wash my sheets. Bed bugs my ass.

Apparently I was taking too long or I hit a nerve, but I got a call from my company and realized that I would no longer be entertaining this Sunday. Worst bit is that when I found this out I was relieved as I was thinking how I just washed my sheets and how I didn't want another person sleeping in them. 

Problem solved.

So I would have to say that today was a productive Sunday. I cleaned like hell. Laundry, bathroom (and I scrubbed), living room, bedroom, AND I rearranged my furniture. The two items that I have. 

I'm satisfied and feeling quite rejuvenated. 

Hotel rules begin now.

Day 157

Saturday September 28th, 2013

Last night was a mistake. I had to be up early this weekend and now... Shoot me. 

Introduction ceremony. My supervisor took me this week to purchase traditional dress for the function so that's how I get dressed to meet the bride to be in town. Except I don't meet her. I meet her friends. 

Then I meet her. It's 8:30/9 in the morning on a Saturday and I'm walking through town dehydrated and still a little drunk with droopy eyes that I tried to wake up with mascara meeting people for the first time. This impression isn't the best one to make.