Just NB

Question: What’s covered in sweat, cold, and crying? Answer: Me – after my first tennis lesson. Okay, not crying, definetly trying not to... (I know, big surprise there). Remember I’m taking tennis lessons in order to keep me un-cranky ? Here’s how it all started. Tuesday night, I had my driver dropped me off a few minutes early to the tennis club. It’s a bit isolated, but I’ve only been there during the day and it’s usually a pretty busy place. So I told him to leave and pick me up in an hour. While I wait for my tennis instructor to come, I sit down in the outside lounge area. Next to me, there are a group of about 12 local guys. They are drunk. They are annoying. One starts hitting on me. I pretend not to speak French. I’m annoyed and start texting people in order to appear that I’m not paying attention. This is pretty new behaviour to me here. While I’m almost always stared at wherever I go (I’m a white giant in MG), I’m rarely approached. Five minutes later, Celestin, my tennis i...

I'm back to having to asking up to four people to get a ride to and from work. For the past several months I have been "borrowing" drivers from other departments, but the other departments now need their drivers back. For the next two weeks, there is room for me to ride with a share driver from another department. I now leave at 6h45 to get to work and get a ride at either 18h00 or 19h00 home...But, I can't complain because its their driver....and they are being accomodating in giving me a lift. And for lunch? Well, so far this week I've eaten bananas and peanut butter on melba toasts and instant noodles that I keep in my office for just such occasions. Today I was MEGA craving a pop, and I didn't really have supplies for lunch, so I asked two people (that have a regular but shared driver) if I could use their driver this morning. I called the driver, he was pissed off because I'm interrupting whatever he was doing, but he came to pick me up anyway. He the...