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Sep. 22nd, 2006 06:28 pmIn Peace Corps, you have to get really, really good at wasting time.
I don’t know if it's time wasting on a scale that even makes sense if you haven’t lived along the equator, or in a developing country. Things move slowly here. And they run late. So far, I’ve been picked up at two for a noon meeting, shown up an hour late for an hour-long meeting, been to a meeting where the presenter answered his cell mid presentation on mike, and been to three meetings that were canceled without notice. None of this, by the way, is in any way abnormal or unexpected.
Meetings start about an hour after everyone gets there. If everyone gets there at two, the meeting will start around three, regardless of the invitations wacky “noon” ideas. Everyone expects that, though I haven’t actually figured the formula for when I need to show up. Frankly, I think I could probably show up a standard two hours after I’m told and everything will probably work out.
This is all by way of saying my counterpart is out of the country on vacation, and left me no real work to do. I’m pretty far to commute into town to sit around doing nothing with company, so the most productive thing I did last week was hook my iPod up to a huge set of speakers and belly-danced around the empty house to Paul Simon. For a few hours.
I’m not kidding.
I love Still Crazy After All These Years, and I am pretty jealous that I was not the person to write Graceland, because oh man it’s an awesome song, but Kodachrome might be my favorite.
I don’t know if it's time wasting on a scale that even makes sense if you haven’t lived along the equator, or in a developing country. Things move slowly here. And they run late. So far, I’ve been picked up at two for a noon meeting, shown up an hour late for an hour-long meeting, been to a meeting where the presenter answered his cell mid presentation on mike, and been to three meetings that were canceled without notice. None of this, by the way, is in any way abnormal or unexpected.
Meetings start about an hour after everyone gets there. If everyone gets there at two, the meeting will start around three, regardless of the invitations wacky “noon” ideas. Everyone expects that, though I haven’t actually figured the formula for when I need to show up. Frankly, I think I could probably show up a standard two hours after I’m told and everything will probably work out.
This is all by way of saying my counterpart is out of the country on vacation, and left me no real work to do. I’m pretty far to commute into town to sit around doing nothing with company, so the most productive thing I did last week was hook my iPod up to a huge set of speakers and belly-danced around the empty house to Paul Simon. For a few hours.
I’m not kidding.
I love Still Crazy After All These Years, and I am pretty jealous that I was not the person to write Graceland, because oh man it’s an awesome song, but Kodachrome might be my favorite.
