This is kind of like the end of the week for me, because tomorrow (Thursday) is another holiday. No one can tell me what, exactly... but everyone can tell me that we again get Thursday and Friday off work. Pretty good setup! All the fun and no cultural awareness required.
No big changes in the last three days. This entry is going to be kind of un-exciting. But I'm planning a fun “Ode to Food” entry that I'll be putting up next week once I get the final pictures that I need.
I've again had a lot of free time this week to waste watching TV and trying not to spend money. It saddens/enrages me that the worst parts of American entertainment are what make it to Brazilian TV. We have MTV, which is made up of about 80% American shows and music videos with Portuguese subtitles. (Yes, even the videos have subtitles, and yet! People still like the music.) There's this god-awful show where obnoxiously scripted tweens to twentysomethings select the best impersonator of their favorite celebrity. They choose this impersonator (“My very own [insert B-List celeb here]!”) from a group of equally obnoxiously scripted tweens to twentysomethings. If the favorite celebrity is black, there's always a token white contestant, and vice versa. I don't know what the show is called, because I've never seen it from the beginning and I've never been able to tolerate it long enough to find out. It's horrendous. I'd argue that it's worse than that “Next” show, where they even went so far as to turn “next” into a verb (“you've been 'nexted'!”). Angels and Airwaves and Rihanna are also wildly popular here. Sigh. To add insult to injury, Alexandre is a big fan of Jack Johson. I made the
snotty observant comment that “Jack Johnson is so radio,” and Alexandre won't let me live it down. And then, yesterday, he compared Jack Johnson to Devendra Banhart and asked me what the difference was. My god. My ears. They were bleeding. Oh, the perils of dating a non-native English speaker. But I guess his being tri-lingual makes up for it (Michelle).
I had a sort-of bonding session last night with one of my 1-1 tutoring students. Turns out she is obsessed with Irish folk music (Joanna introduction pending) and has irrepressible desires to save the world.
My boss (from EnglishSchool, the good school) kept me after work yesterday to again pressure me to quit my other job, and to again ask me how long, exactly, I'd be staying in Brazil. He explained that they are planning to open a new school in the next town over, and that there'd be a need for more coordinators (!). He's a big talker, so I didn't take it too seriously, but I made some vague, non-committal comments about how I'd look into staying longer and how I'd stop putting off the “long-term talk” that Alexandre and I eventually need to have.
I was up early this morning with nothing to do, because my 1-1 tutoring student (from GetSmart English, the less good school) decided not to show up to his 8:00am class for the third time. I was looking into my options about extending my visa and stuff. I basically learned that I can easily stay for another three months-- I have to go to a local federal office and probably pay a fee-- but after I'm here for 180 days, it gets a bit more complicated. I can essentially either:
a) get married; or
b) possibly get this thing called a “temporary residence visa.” My boss would actually have to apply for the TRV first, offering me a job contract (with a length of time that he determines). These seem to be less coveted than the straight-up work visas, which require employment in a partner American-Brazilian company and which I've read are very difficult for companies to acquire. But I couldn't figure out if he has to pay a lot for it or important details like that.
The problem with my visa research is that I'd only get so far until I'd be sent to a webpage that was written in formal, legal Portuguese. So that's all I know until I crack down and bring it up with the Boyfriend. Said Boyfriend, however, is swamped with studying for his crazy week-long final exams (written and oral), and is too busy to even read this blog, let alone have a scary and serious conversation about Our Future. At least that's what I am conveniently assuming, because perhaps he is not the (only) one to consider the conversation scary and serious.
We're going to Alexandre's parents' house tomorrow morning, and staying there for a couple of days for the mystery holiday. We were going to leave tonight, but the bus tickets were sold out. I'm secretly pleased about this occurrence, because it means a) I get to sleep in a bed instead of on a bus; and b) I get to call in sick to work on Saturday (which will effect probably 3 of my 9 students-- the average that shows up). Tsk, I know.
Anyway. I probably won't write over the weekend, but look forward to the fun food celebration next week!
If you were here, I'd kiss you on the cheek.