beating around the bush...

BAHAHAHA.

Anyways...I just finished work. It was thrilling, honestly (not honestly). I worked with this woman named Bosa who spoke very broken English. It was a party and a half trying to figure her our. It is fine when people like that are telling you stories that you can ooh and awe about...but she was asking me questions. Usually I ask people like Bosa to repeat themselves...and eventually I get it. Tonight, however, I never got it. After the fourth time (and this happened a number of times during work) of asking her to repeat herself, I responded by saying 'Yes, I think so.'. That was not the answer she was looking for. I could tell by her incredibly disappointed look on her face that SCREAMED 'Natives of the Land' (or whatever the opposite of Foreigner is!).

God Bless Bosa. She was a neat lady.

In sadder news, Frances passed away. She was on the third floor. She used to ask me for a cup of tea every three minutes...I would have to clean up like six full cups of tea from her table after lunch. I was never annoyed, she was too cute. I am going to miss her. She was seriouslly one of my favourites.

Enough. I am going to call Rachel.