abby in wonderland

So, this morning I threw my first hissy fit in Jakarta (how’s THAT for ‘things you do at home..’?).

It wasn’t a giant one, but I was so cranky and snappy that Dad caved and let us get a taxi to the city instead of a copet-laden angkut… I was that lovely shade of biatch that I turn sometimes when I get frustrated.

I was about ready to cross my arms and stomp my foot.

Wonder what it was about?

Nothin’ big or consequential…. just the weather.

I know, wah wah wah weather, who cares, right?

BUT SERIOUSLY!!

It’s almost too hot to function.

What’s the point of washing? I take the tiny walk from the bathroom to my bedroom and I’m already covered in sweat!

What’s the point of putting on nice clothes? Within two seconds they’re drenched with visible sweat patches - and not just on the armpits either, I’m talking EVERYWHERE.

What’s the point of make-up? It literally MELTS off of my face. I’ll have some nice eyeliner and foundation to cover up the crappy skin all the sun/pollution/sweat has given me, and …DRIP….DRIP…DRIP…. It’s pouring off my nose in a steady rhythm.

Fans don’t cut it. I stand directly in front of them and all it does is blow the sweat back into my hair (don’t even get me STARTED on my hair…!!).

For about half an hour this morning, I LOATHED Indonesia.

I’m feeling much better about it now, obviously. What with my imminent departure and my celebratory last day of working at ILP today.

I’ve even planned fun learning activities for my class, instead of testing them. If they’re doing tests all I have to do is babysit (which I actually did for one class I covered a few weeks ago. All they had in the lesson plan was to watch Tom & Jerry….educational, non?), but I really liked my TOEFL class. They’re good kids. They deserve a little fun AND learning.

Win on both sides.

Anyway, once we were in a nice air-conditioned taxi, the hissy-fit rolled off me and I was back to being myself again.

Hooray.