"Job placement within 7 to 14 days"

Silly Real Gap no way does the work world work that way. Good thing I'm used to delays and running on a different time from three months in Peru. Today was suppose to be the big day where I find out if I get the job as a kitchen hand at Wine and Roses. No such luck, call back tomorrow. This is after I was told they would call me last Thursday....

Anyways, enough moaning. I decided to move hostels after three months of ACB and laying awake listening to the bass of the bar downstairs rattle the floors. I'm now staying at The Fat Camel : ) To be honest I picked it for the name, Camello fits right in. So I reside in the halls of 501 three mixed dorms of about 15 people each share a living room and kitchen area. It's amazingly gritty something that I was missing at ACB, it's no Denny's with the dogs sleeping in the vegtables, but the furniture doesn't match, you can feel the bar beds, and you have to kick the fridge every few hours to keep it running. I'm staying with a bunch of guys from South America: Brazil and Argentina. It's so good to hear some spanish again, though it's mainly portugese. They're a bunch of goofs and seem to get a kick out of the fact that they have a girl in their room and are always apologizing about the smell and (Felipe tells me) they stopped running around with only towels. Thanks guys. Today though, to my relief, two more girls moved in for the week, it's nice to have a bit of company and maybe deflect some of the wrath of an elderly guy who with out a doubt hates me. No normal person goes into a "I hate America and their wasteful ways" rant after seeing a girl not drink the rest of her ceral milk.

Oh so I forgot about the story where I first get to the my room. I'm in the elevator (which is sloooooow) with two guys. Pretty friendly normal questions "where your from" and such. Then they start talking about how good the tea the get here is...ok I'm thinking (them being British and everything) that they were happy to get some decent breakfast tea or something. Thats when one of the guy whips out a green and yellow bag "here smell" ok, it smelled like normal tea. But why were they carrying it around in a bag that said cannabis on it. Cannabis=weed or so I learned from the giant green and yellow bus with "legalize weed" and "legalize cannabis" or "free mary jane" artfully painted over the whole thing. They got off on their floor before I could figure out why either their weed smelled like tea or they were carrying their tea in a weed bag. Ah the joys of elevators.

Budget accomidation: it's interesting!