A thousand cuts and eye contact

I'm going to do it....I'm going to start changing over the e-mail address I think....so....as to that, if you already have my address, leave the same words before the @ and put gmail.com after it....

Now I have to figure out how to do a mass mailing without the cc's showing, and without having to send out 150 separate e-mails.

*groan*

If you know how to do this reasonably simple task, please feel free to pass on the info in the comments section......I would be most grateful.

I figured that since today was a day of a thousand cuts, I would go ahead and self-inflict a few more....

I went to catch a bus to a neighbouring town, arriving there five minutes early...a different but possible bus arrived a full forty minutes later. I might add that it is getting cold here now.

Then, I had to walk a fair distance to the office where I had to do the paperwork...the wind was blowing in my face and it felt like an icepick was being stabbed into my head. I am such a wimp...it just isn't that cold here, but my hat wasn't up to the task, and my sinuses have been bugging me lately...

I had to wait forty minutes for the return bus...

The poor dog has the runs and had a crap in the house

The medical center did not accept my FOURTH application for a health card I should have had ages ago, because one of my photocopies was not up to snuff.

The internet hookup was dicey today, especially irritating after my battle with Telefonica a few days ago....

Ho hum.

Now, onto the good bits...the class I taught was fun, though the kids were appallingly behaved, they were funny too....I went out with a friend for an hour in the evening, and I met, albeit briefly, a fascinating Senegalese man who is from the Casamance region in the south of Senegal, he has been here three years, speaks drop dead beautiful French, Woloff (of course), Arabic, Spanish and quite good English. I was most impressed.

I used to think that people always talk to me, but I realised a while ago, that actually I always talk to people.....I make eye contact, as long as they don't look freaky, and smile...then I get talking. I didn't realise that I did this for a long time, I just thought that people thought they could talk to me, and maybe they do, but I often start it myself.

I am supposed to be a city girl, brought up to not do these things, but there it is, I do.

I kind of like it that way. You get to meet some interesting folks.