11.5 DAYS LEFT

Right now I'm sitting here at my job, one of two, resenting all the hours I've been putting in to make extra money. My body is also revolting; I'm a ball of headaches and tummy upsets and I assume it will stay this way until we land in Quito, Ecuador. "Not this Tuesday, but next Tuesday" is what I told my parents last night when we went to visit them. We went over there to drop off some clothes for my mom to mend before we leave. When I sat on my mom's leather couch, drank hot orange spiced tea and watched PBS Nature, my headache lessened a bit. There won't be any leather couches or PBS where we're headed.

Tomorrow is actually my last day here at this job. No more driving 40 minutes on I-540E praying I don't get a ticket or run over by the ones who should. I've been working here for 14 months and won't shed a tear as I grab my last check and put the pedal to the medal. Though the money has been great, I can't imagine working 40 hours a week for my entire adult life. And no matter how much money you make, somehow you're still just living paycheck to paycheck anyways, so...vamos. Next week I just have to work my 20 hours teaching English and that will seem like a cake walk. To this day, I have no idea what a cake walk is but now I'll have time to Google it.