Ok, it´s kind of day 4, but whatever. I´m quickly learning that I need to start taking breaks from life at the beach to make it easier to deal with crap. The new beach town is the same Brazilian inefficiency, but now with a pretty backdrop! No Caught Being Good awards for anyone today!! Graaah!
I´d totally just go get drunk at a little beach stand at 3 in the afternoon if I didn´t have to finish this crazy long translation that I haven´t really had time to do this last month. After I turn it in on the 20th, I´ll be a little more relaxed, and I´ll have time and money for midday caipirinhas. Alexandre gets off at 5:30, though, and we´re going out to dinner.
Not sure exactly how I´m going to finish my translation, however, seeing as how no internet company wants me to pay them for their services. I was totally sarcastic and rude to the girl at the Telefónica office (you would have been too; she was a useless sloth) so now Alexandre has to go there and figure that out, because I´m too embarassed to go back. I´m dreading spending hours in this stifling internet café looking up medical terms for this translation, but, knowing this country, I probably still won´t have internet at home 10 days from now.
I think these consistent experiences in a big beach city and a small town in the countryside means that I´m allowed to go back to generalizing my frustrations to the whole country again.
Is it 5:30 yet?