I'm very busy, as I'm sure you can imagine.
I've registered the dog (just moments before they were going to arrest me for the lengthy lapse in her license), I've gotten Middle's college paperwork organized and I have taken steps to arrange for Youngest to treat his asthma HIMSELF at school (which, of course, he's had to do this past week as I am ABOUT TO START MY JOB).
And, here I sit, in the makeshift waiting area of my car dealership while my car has an oil change. I'm not just busy - I'm responsible too.
As is usually the case in Tuvalu, I've got a cast of characters waiting with me.
Around the table we have the Important Business Guy with his cell phone and stack of paperwork, the retired looking guy in his track jacket and sneakers, there is a loud-yawner sitting across from me (I get it loud-yawner! it IS early) and to my left is a woman who appears ready for a trek through outer Mongolia.
It's about 68 degrees in here but this lady is wearing a full-on winter coat. She has a scarf wrapped around her head and is eating dry cereal from a zip-bag in her purse.
They tried to tell me that my tires need rotating too - don't you think that's a rip off? All of a sudden, with five thousand miles on my new car, my tires need rotating? I don't remember that from any of my other cars.
Hmmm, I've just noticed that the cereal eating lady has a gigantic ring. She could be one of those incredibly wealthy crazy people you read about.
The room I'm sitting in used to be a service garage, but, as the dealership is being remodeled, it has been turned into a showroom/waiting area, AND it has wifi. I don't have the password for the wifi and this irks me. I've asked before and the lady at the service desk says she doesn't know the password.
Why isn't everyplace all wifi-ed up I ask you? For a while there was talk about wifi-ing all of Tuvalu FOR FREE which would be great. I'd appreciate some internet on the train, thank you.
I was announced at work last night - a blanket email went out to all the employees and freelancers about me and a few minutes later I got an email from someone welcoming me to the company. Isn't that nice? There I was, standing in my kitchen shaping a meatloaf, receiving emails from my new job. And then, after dinner and some telly, I went to bed and dreamed I was babysitting for a group of tiny infants who lived with my boss.
I'm not too transparent, am I ?