Kelly as a Cartoon: September 2012

Friday, September 28, 2012

Thursday, September 13, 2012

I started my new job Monday, I walked out on Friday. I went on my lunch break Friday and I just couldn’t stomach going back into the school. I found myself standing where I could either walk 50 meters back into the school or hop on the minibus back to the mtr station. I quickly texted Jenna and asked her what to do, and she was on board with me just running away, just then the number 22 minibus drove up and I got on and didn’t look back. I texted my boss a quick resignation stating, “Sorry for the short notice, but I will not be returning to Bigfoot Kindergarten. Best of luck.” He responded about 40 minutes later, “Wow, I’m shocked. I was just talking so good about u and u could have been excellent in two weeks;(“ I wanted to meet up with some of my friends, but then realized they all still had jobs and were at work so I bought some booze and went were unemployed alcoholics go in the middle of the day, the park. This led me to do a bit of soul searching. I have been in HK for 9 months counting September. In this time I’ve had 4 jobs and slept with 8 people. Well, as for the jobs, I refuse to be unhappy for a year just because I signed some piece of paper. And I do have a 100% acceptance rate for jobs I interview for. In fact, I’ve already found a new job and I start on Monday, so really I should say I’ve had 5 jobs. As for the sex, I’m sitting at a total number of 9 partners, so the next one is going to send me into double digits, I’m not sure how I feel about this, so I’m taking a month to reflect, welcome to Sanz Sex September.

Since there haven’t been any cartoons in a while here are some greatest hits from my week at job number 4 Bigfoot Kindergarten:

Ian's advice to me after he found out I quit my job

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Monday after the Russian shots debacle kicked off the last week of summer for Becks and I. That Saturday Becks had met an Israeli gentleman who was travelling, he flew out Monday night, but made time for a date with Becks that afternoon. So, Becks went to meet up with him at noon. Meanwhile, the guy I had met texts and wants to meet up around 3 that afternoon. Hello date Monday!!! About the time I get on the train to go meet my date Becks starts texting me because her date had just finished. By this time we had been apart for almost 5 hours, so we decided to meet up before my date so she can tell me all about her date and we can have a sneaky drink before my date. So, I text my guy and tell him I’m running late. Becks and I meet up and head to a bar, and she tells me all about her date, which ended with her taking the Israeli back to our new apartment and going down on him. Please note, we had just signed for this apartment Saturday, had yet to move any furniture, so all that was there was a blanket on the floor. In typical Becks and Kelly style one sneaky drink isn’t enough, but after the first one, I do text back my date and tell him I ran into my friend and asked if he wanted to come drink with us. . .so, not only am I an hour late for our date at this point, but I am also bringing along a friend. Haha, thank goodness he had a good sense of humor and was easy going enough to not be bothered by this. Three drinks later, and after Becks and I have told all our creepy friendship stories, Becks decides to go home and I stay on my date. We go to dinner and then end up at a night market and decide to go to a tarot card reader. I ask if I will find true love, at my date’s suggestion, because honestly, I don’t really believe in true love, but I guess if you are getting fortunes told it’s a regular thing to ask. I pick 6 cards to get flipped over, 2 represent past which say that I loved someone and someone loved me; 2 represent the present which say someone loves me but I don’t love them; 2 represent the future which say not to think about love too much or I will be sad because no one loves me. Then the reader tells me to flip over one more card and it will tell me what I can do to change the future and make it better, so I flip one over and no joke it says, “No Hope.” HAHAHAHAHAHA Well, what’s left to do on this date but follow Becks’ lead and take him back to the barren apartment, it has to get christened sometime, right.

So, two days after we sign our lease Becks blows a guy in the middle of the day and just a few hours later I bang a guy, and that is how you properly move into a new apartment!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

I have a drinking problem. . .cheers!

The week before my shots for the Russians I kept getting signs from people that they think I drink too much. . .well by signs I mean facebook messages and emails. But, keep in mind it was summer and I was working two days a week, so what was I meant to do to fill my days?! I maintain that I have no problem, with the exception of my frequent blackouts, but what you don’t remember can’t hurt you, right? I sure as hell wasn’t going to take a break from drinking before summer was over, and more importantly before I took six shots for my Russian readers. Before I get into what happened after the shots, I want to share the concerned words that were sent to me.

This first one is from the Aussie I am in love with, after I drunkenly texted him a sappy, needy message the previous weekend. I did delete his number the next day to keep it from happening again and facebook messaged him to apologize and tell him I deleted his number. So, here is part of his response:

Hey there! How's things? No dramas about the message, we all send things we shouldn't when we get drunk.

I'm sorry to hear you're not acting right, I've been there before and for me it was just way too much booze and boredom. It was definitely one of the main reasons I got back into running a few years ago. But getting off the booze for 3 months and just training at one point that made me realise how much it was playing with my head. At the end of the day you don't normally see people who are healthy and running a lot being self-destructive in their private lives.

Don't get me wrong, I'll still go on a bender with the best of them, but 3-7 nights a week, week in, week out just isn't good for me. I hope this doesn't sound like a lecture because it's not, but like I said I've been there before and that’s what worked for me.

Then, later that week I got this in an email from my mom:

I don't mind you enjoying a few drinks with friends and having fun; but I don't think you need to get so drunk that you do crazy things or can't stand up! That just seems irresponsible, unladylike and un-teacher-like, too! And, I believe you are getting too old to act like that! What do you think??? I just worry about what COULD happen to you in a foreign country! At least you aren't driving & drinking - that's GOOD! I know you Kelly, you are FUN & CRAZY even when you aren't drinking!!! hahah!!!!

So, after my six shots (in my new apartment with Becks!!!) whatever was on the forefront of my mind. . .namely that people seem to think I have a drinking problem. . .just spills out of me and is kind of all I can talk about, in detail, to everyone I see, including strangers. So, I end up meeting this guy who grew up in HK but now lives in New Zealand and he’s back visiting for a few days, and proceed to tell him all about my mom’s email, and that I have a drinking problem, cheers. I sure know how to make a first impression. Now that I’m sober I do maintain that I do not have a problem, unless having fun counts as a problem!!!