I am currently job searching in Mexico, which entails making phone calls and going out on foot to various schools and asking for interviews. Luckily, I was hired at my first interview at an English school here in Cuernavaca. It´s close to where I live, which is fantastic. I will be teaching upper-intermediate English to junior high age Mexican students. I am looking forward to the challenge! I have always enjoyed teaching and being in the classroom and this will give me an opportunity to share my skills and knowledge for the good of others. It will also help cushion the ding I have put in my savings account the past six months. Working six hours a week I will not be earning much, but enough to cover my salsa lessons! ;) I start training today and working at the end of the month. I also have another interview tomorrow. Hopefully, I will be able to work at least 3/4 time for pay.
Of course I will be working about 25 hours/week at CEMAL still. I think that I will resign from my "internship" at CGCIP. As you have probably noticed, in the past five weeks I have written NOTHING about CGCIP. This is due to the fact that I really do NOTHING there. I sit at a desk or outside updating my blog, chatting on skype (sometimes as my own supervisor chats on MSN messenger next to me), and read books for hours. Most of the time I leave early, bored and frustrated. Remind me again why I am paying $300 to be here with you? Wasn´t I supposed to be doing field work and working with women´s empowerment groups? Well that did not happen. And my needs have changed. So I find it a logical decision to leave. Telling that to my supervisor from CGCIP and my supervisor here at CEMAL will be the greatest challenge in me making a smooth exit from the organization. Wish me luck!
In other news, there´s a tropical storm over the gulf coast of Mexico and it has been raining in Cuernavaca for 3 days straight. I almost lost another shoe to the current in the street last night. I am still sick with something. I have been plagued by a series of colds since I arrived, or am seriously infected and just don´t know it. Now it´s a "snot-nosed cold," as my dad would say, accompanied by stomaches and headaches that coffee and ibuprofen have yet to cure. I wonder what that means...? I sleep for 12 or 14 hours a day for a few days and afterwards I feel better for maybe 2 days. Then the cold morphs into something similarly exhausting and icky feeling, but with a different combination of symptoms. Why am I sharing this? I don´t know. Perhaps just venting, but more than likely I am giving you an honest glimpse of my life now.
Oh, and did I mention that Nena has fleas? Not über-infested, because we only found about 15-20, but enough to make it a problem needing immediate attention yesterday. I missed a day of work to go to the vet, bathe the cat, and pull fleas while I washed all of the linens of the house AGAIN. Dumb cat. Actually, dumb fleas. Yuck. Poor Nena has been quarantined from sleeping with us for now and stays in the living room crying. It makes me feel bad, but fleas in my bed would feel worse!
Well folks. That´s my latest word vomit. There are other things going on...for one thing Fr.Cobb is here taking Spanish courses! and an offer to go to El Salvador, but I have already lost my ability to concentrate. I should also be working.
Hasta Pronto.
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