Well, friends, I’m exhausted.
So here’s the Chile-hates-me trifecta of the day:
- I went to pick up my national identity card. I waited in line for two hours. Then they told me it wasn’t ready and to come back in 10 days. It was supposed to be ready on October 23.
- I had to take the TOEIC. (It’s like the TOEFL, but not as hard.) A job that I’m applying for is actually requiring this of me. Because two American degrees plus the GRE, SATs, andMTELs aren’t proof enough. Regardless, the experience was entertaining:
- Number 2 pencils and eraser: $770.
- Cost of the test: $36,000.
- Experiencing the test administrator’s speechlessness when you raise your hand and say you’re from the United States: priceless.
- We don’t have our house yet. Why? Because the owner was married when she bought it, and even though she and her spouse are legally separated, the bank requires his signature. Unfortunately, he went into a coma a couple of weeks ago. WHHHHHATT?
And with that,
I’ll leave you to contemplate the manifold implications of this fortune cookie gem: