For the rest of the working world, this is a normal week, right? Five days, 9-5, or what have you. Ah, but here in Brazil, here at our school, today, Wednesday, is the end of the week. That’s right, folks. I worked for three days and now I’ve got even more time off.
You might be asking yourself, “Does this woman ever work?”
And my answer to that is, “Apparently, no.”
I know you all are slaving away over your computers or are draining yourselves empty in public schools or traveling from business meeting to business meeting, stopping only at the water cooler to catch your breath and catch up on office gossip. (I mean, are you? Is that what people do in offices? Are there really water coolers? Or is that just a cliche?) In all honesty I don’t know what it is office people do and quite frankly that life fascinates me, what with the nylons and the lunch meetings and the staying late to have conference calls. Part of me wants to be a part of corporate America, to understand the office lingo, to have a personal joke with Jim from Marketing about the Schlessinger Account while we meet at Happy Hour downtown with a bunch of our co-workers. I’d love to glimpse that for a day.
But back to the fact I’m not working for the rest of the week: Remember how last week we were supposed to go to Rio? But then, you know, we got sick? We’re giving it another go tomorrow night, but heading further up the coast to a paradise called Buzios. There are 23 beaches on this peninsula and I’m sure we’ll find one that’s appropriate for us. As of right now, we’ve got nowhere to stay, but we’ll figure that out when we get there. I’m sure I’ll freak out about it once or twice, and that somewhere along the course of our vacation we’ll not talk to each other because my high expectations have been dashed to pieces and Dennis doesn’t want to say “Just relax” one more time.
But it beats working, and that, I guess, was my point. No rest for the weary, and no work for me. Again.