Last weekend I went to a weekend bachelorette party! It's the first time I've ever been to a destination bachelorette party before. We went to a beach I've never been to before, Playa de Coco. We stayed in this AMAZING villa that we got for free because my friend used to manage the place. It was right on the beach and right next to the pool. So we basically stayed outside in the sun all day (well me with my sunscreen on in the shade
) and went out at night. It was funny because just four of us ladies went out for a night on the "town" (more like one block of main street) and I forgot what it was like to go out with just girls! Every time I go to a bar or club I'm always with my SO or a male friend. But Saturday it was just us ladies and all these nasty, fat, sweaty guys kept trying to hit on us. It's so annoying! I totally forgot what it was like to be "single" in a club. At one point this dude came up to our table, put his ass on the table and was shaking it, then started to do this strip tease. We were like "wtf??!!"So yeah, GREAT weekend. We got home Sunday night and were so damn tired. I fell asleep at 8:30pm and then it was torture trying to get up Monday morning. I'm okay at partying, I'm pretty good at drinking, BUT I NEED MY NAPS
Work news- I've told the kids I'm leaving and sent out an email to all the parents to let them know as well. The younger kids are totally bummed, the older ones don't really give a shit, and the parents are writing me really nice farewell emails. It's making me all sad. I loved working with those kids, I really did. It's the school that sucked the life out of me. I hate being emotional and shit but I'll probably wear waterproof mascara to work on my last day, just in case! One parent just wrote me the NICEST email about how much their kids loved me and my class and how they always talked about me at home. Even said that if I ever come back to CR again to visit or live to give them a call so they can host me in their house. *tear* So freaking nice.
My director still hasn't said a word to me. The English director asked me TWICE yesterday if she had talked to me and when I said no she said how awful that is. She told me "well know that we love you and are sad to see you go" I also wrote the director an email saying "when you gonna pay me, bitch?" See in CR you get an "aguinaldo" which is sort of like a Christmas bonus, it's a 13th month pay. But if you quit, you're still supposed to get it. So I wrote her like "I need to get paid for the payment you missed last week (they never pay on time), the five days I'll work this week, and my aguinaldo... BITCH" She hasn't written me back yet.
In visa news- my SO went and picked up his official interview packet this week! One week from today we'll be interviewing and shit! They hand wrote a few things they want us to take, and a few of the things are making me a little nervous. They asked for proof of relationship and proof of re-domicile, which makes me nervous since I sent in a bunch of it and now I'm like "how could that possibly not be enough evidence??!!". So I don't know what to think- maybe they write that on everyone's paper, or maybe they looked at our packet and thought it wasn't enough? I've sent in so much evidence of both things I honestly can't think of anything else to send!
At the same time, I'm feeling a little relieved. When my SO was at the embassy he saw a couple at their interview. All they had were a few pieces of paper in a small little folder. I have two giant accordion folders where I have saved every paper I sent visa people and every paper they sent me, plus copies of everything and extras. I feel like there can't possibly be anything they can ask us for that I won't already have filed away in my folders.
So tl;dr- great weekend with lots of booze, sad to leave my students, my director is still a bitch, and worrying my ass off (probably unjustifiably) for our interview next week.
Have a great day!
Good luck with everything!
I still think that it must be a really weird job to assess other people's relationships
And yes, what a weird job! My friend's husband does this for the French embassy here. He says that it's usually age difference that is the biggest red flag. There are a lot of old French dudes with super young Malian wives.