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May. 18th, 2003 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinMaster's plane was full, but He arrived early. i jokingly sent Him an email telling i hadn't even noticed He was gone. Duh! The bed seems awfully large without Him. On the other hand, it is much easier to keep the kitchen clean. i hope His daughter was at the airport early.
Dog and i have survived two days of desert runs together. i've learned how to keep him on track. When he stops to play with something on the ground, i just get his attention and throw something else ahead of the car. He comes bounding after it. He tried to carry a half sheet of plywood today. Dumb dog, today he learned about wind resistance.
Today was much busier than i had anticipated. i had to proctor, which wasn't bad. Then i had a long unsuccessful discussion with VDSA. He is going to owe me bigtime. And he's trying to make the summer classes larger. There are 10 students on the waiting list and i know he is going to try to squeeze them into the summer session somehow. Well, unless he is going to teach the extra class, what? a kuwaiti staying in kuwait in the summer? not on your tintype bubba, we will have two sections of this course in the summer. And
THAT'S all i'm going to say about it.
Tomorrow i get to go play the ministry game. Master's phone bill is due. One of the good things about Kuwait is that local phone service is only $100 a year. You pay for three years in advance. Then wait until the phone is disconnected to realize you need to pay again. Master's line was disconnected on Wednesday. We use His line for the DSL. My computer doesn't have a modem so i am using my laptop and a dial-up connection, that i have to begin trying to get online at least 15 minutes before i intend to use the internet because the lines are always busy.
Back to the ministry game. Only first class Kuwaitis get Ministry jobs. This means they get paid whether they work or not because they are first class Kuwaitis. Master tells the story about the colonel in the air force who had to have the military police go to the house of one of his officers and bring him to the base so the officer could be promoted. i want that job. Any way, back to the ministry. First you have to find the darned place. Then you have to put on your grovel face because if the person behind the counter doesn't think she/he likes the color of your underwear, she/he can make your life miserable. Not that said person behind the counter can see what color underwear you are wearing, he/she only has to Think he/she doesn't like it.
Oh, they are subtle. You may be told you have to have a red stamp. So you go to the red stamp window, only to find that the red stamp person is on vacation, see previous paragraph, and only the authorized red stamp person can put the red stamp on the paper you need, but if you go to the window upstairs you can get a stamp that says the red stamp can not be got and in its place it is ok to have a green stamp. But the green stamp person is at the blue stamp desk and no longer has the authority to use the green stamp. All because someone doesn't think he/she likes the underwear you are wearing. And heaven help you if you aren't wearing underwear. i am rambling and ranting.
i will go wait to talk to my daughter.
Dog and i have survived two days of desert runs together. i've learned how to keep him on track. When he stops to play with something on the ground, i just get his attention and throw something else ahead of the car. He comes bounding after it. He tried to carry a half sheet of plywood today. Dumb dog, today he learned about wind resistance.
Today was much busier than i had anticipated. i had to proctor, which wasn't bad. Then i had a long unsuccessful discussion with VDSA. He is going to owe me bigtime. And he's trying to make the summer classes larger. There are 10 students on the waiting list and i know he is going to try to squeeze them into the summer session somehow. Well, unless he is going to teach the extra class, what? a kuwaiti staying in kuwait in the summer? not on your tintype bubba, we will have two sections of this course in the summer. And
THAT'S all i'm going to say about it.
Tomorrow i get to go play the ministry game. Master's phone bill is due. One of the good things about Kuwait is that local phone service is only $100 a year. You pay for three years in advance. Then wait until the phone is disconnected to realize you need to pay again. Master's line was disconnected on Wednesday. We use His line for the DSL. My computer doesn't have a modem so i am using my laptop and a dial-up connection, that i have to begin trying to get online at least 15 minutes before i intend to use the internet because the lines are always busy.
Back to the ministry game. Only first class Kuwaitis get Ministry jobs. This means they get paid whether they work or not because they are first class Kuwaitis. Master tells the story about the colonel in the air force who had to have the military police go to the house of one of his officers and bring him to the base so the officer could be promoted. i want that job. Any way, back to the ministry. First you have to find the darned place. Then you have to put on your grovel face because if the person behind the counter doesn't think she/he likes the color of your underwear, she/he can make your life miserable. Not that said person behind the counter can see what color underwear you are wearing, he/she only has to Think he/she doesn't like it.
Oh, they are subtle. You may be told you have to have a red stamp. So you go to the red stamp window, only to find that the red stamp person is on vacation, see previous paragraph, and only the authorized red stamp person can put the red stamp on the paper you need, but if you go to the window upstairs you can get a stamp that says the red stamp can not be got and in its place it is ok to have a green stamp. But the green stamp person is at the blue stamp desk and no longer has the authority to use the green stamp. All because someone doesn't think he/she likes the underwear you are wearing. And heaven help you if you aren't wearing underwear. i am rambling and ranting.
i will go wait to talk to my daughter.
