As a suggestion before moving abroad, several people mentioned I should write a blog to document my adventures. I've never claimed to be computer savvy or always gramitcally correct, but it can't be that hard right? So here goes my friends...welcome to my crazy life =)

Welcome to Bangkok. After a brief overview from the Hangover 2, I have been pleasantly surprised to find that Bangkok can actually be quite a lovely place. Yes, you have your seedy bars, flirty bar girls, and interesting ladyboys, but Bangkok is also a beautiful and colorful city with lots of smiling faces, 7-11’s, busy markets, cheap foot massages, and the best street food around! I could eat noodle soup with fried pork every night! A few minor mishaps, but I feel I’m adjusting quite nicely.

9/16/2012

Thursday August 30

Today was one of those days I just had to laugh at myself. The stress of work got to me today and I took a 10 minute break to have a complete meltdown around lunch time instead of eating. Feeling somewhat better, I was able to finish the day. W put out a newsletter every other Friday, and I had not even started mine yet, but after work we had a meeting. So by the time 5:00 rolled around and the meeting was over, I was tired and starving. I asked my administrator if the school would be open if I went and got food and then came back to do my newsletter. She said there was a night guard who was always there. So I stepped outside in the pouring rain and sloshed my way down to a little restaurant on the corner. Needing to decompress, I ordered myself a large beer and some delicious food. I even had dessert! Feeling much better, I decided to head on back to school. When I got there, the gates were shut. Confused, I walked to both gates looking for the guard, but couldn’t find him anywhere. I climbed up and peeked over into the parking lot, but he wasn’t there either. So here I was faced with quite the dilemma. My bag was inside with my keys to my house and I still needed to do my newsletter. So, I really had no other choice than to hop the fence.  So in my skirt, in the pouring rain, umbrella up, I scaled the fence! I can only imagine what the passing cars thought. Inside, I went to the door and could see the guard inside. You can only imagine the startled look on his face when he heard my knock (wondering how in the hell I got in). He opened the door and seeing it was a teacher, let me in. After an hour’s worth of work, I was finally ready to go home. On the way out, the guard escorted me out the door and over to the gate to let me out. Before leaving, he kindly pointed to the intercom button conveniently placed next to the gate in case I should need to get in next time. Ohhhhh, I laughed as I asked him, “So I don’t have to climb the fence next time?” Haha, I walked away through the puddles of rain, shaking my head at myself! Time to call it a night!

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