She told me. I had sex without a condom and I´ve missed my period, we were really drunk when we did it. She´s crying because she´s a single mom already with two daughters and can not afford another kid. My friend is 23 years old.
I am not afraid of anything but if anything, her situation terrifies me. She needs my help finacialy to go to a clinic and resolve the proplem. This is a whole new world for me, emotionaly, language wise, and I have NO idea how to find a clinic for this kind of thing.
At this point I´ve assumed we are looking for an abortion clinic. We get on a bus and head up to a smaller city about a hour away. She knows where we´re going so i´m just following, trying to keep my cool. This clinic seems to be a family clinic; small with a few families in the waiting room. It´s clean and there is a bottled water dispencer in the cornner. She takes her ticket number and we wait.
It turns out she only wants to get a blood test to really see if she´s pregnate or not. Her test comes back negative. I´m SO SO SO glad this is the case. After the clinic we decide to wander the city, get some lunch, etc. All in all it´s turned into a beautiful day but I tell you what, it nefinatly makes me NEVER was to be in her shoes.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Frogger
As I dodge cars going both directions, three lanes wide on a two lane highway, I think, ´´ How bawlsy am I¿?´ I´m trying to catch a bus after work during rush hour in a new town, far more populated than my normal factory. Fast times in Puente Piedra I say and WELL WORTH the hour standing up listening to salsa and people watching at S/2:50.
I´m welding at my bosses house this week because he has all the steel parts for our projects there. It´s more fun because it´s a smaller group of welders and his family lives there on the upper floor. His youngest daughter is a jem. The first time I saw her she had the biggest smile ever. When her Dad said that I was a welder, her eyes nearly poped out of that little 8 year old skull of her´s. I´ll have to describe the look as admeration. She spends most of her time after school hanging out with me, helping mark stuff or ask me questions like. . .8x3=¿? and so on.
In other news. . .did I cover my B-Day¿? Think not. I selebrated it on the Saturday before because I have work on Monday, Tues. . . I went to the disco techa with a handful of friends and I was officialy brocken into sirio fiestas. We went out all dolled up at 11pm and got home at 6:30am. This is standard here but I tell you what, that´s a late mother f´ing night. Pitchers here are smaller and you share one glass with your group. In a circle, one pours a glass and passes the pitcher or bottle to the next person; salud. Pisco shots. Miledly tankered. Danced for hours. FELIZ!! And definatly had a hicky the next day. . . (during dancing, nada mas btw)
This hicky caused quite a ruckesss in the ´ol factory on Monday I tell you what. On your birthday in my group the boss buys the beer at luch and, In the traditional, Shareing is Caring fasion, we pass the bottles arround. Cute, group bonding but difficult to return to welding a bit tipsi. Note to self: Evers (Eber) birthday is next and do find a was to pass. Thanx.
I´m going to watch Kick Ass in Spanish now and eat fish. Thanx.
I´m welding at my bosses house this week because he has all the steel parts for our projects there. It´s more fun because it´s a smaller group of welders and his family lives there on the upper floor. His youngest daughter is a jem. The first time I saw her she had the biggest smile ever. When her Dad said that I was a welder, her eyes nearly poped out of that little 8 year old skull of her´s. I´ll have to describe the look as admeration. She spends most of her time after school hanging out with me, helping mark stuff or ask me questions like. . .8x3=¿? and so on.
In other news. . .did I cover my B-Day¿? Think not. I selebrated it on the Saturday before because I have work on Monday, Tues. . . I went to the disco techa with a handful of friends and I was officialy brocken into sirio fiestas. We went out all dolled up at 11pm and got home at 6:30am. This is standard here but I tell you what, that´s a late mother f´ing night. Pitchers here are smaller and you share one glass with your group. In a circle, one pours a glass and passes the pitcher or bottle to the next person; salud. Pisco shots. Miledly tankered. Danced for hours. FELIZ!! And definatly had a hicky the next day. . . (during dancing, nada mas btw)
This hicky caused quite a ruckesss in the ´ol factory on Monday I tell you what. On your birthday in my group the boss buys the beer at luch and, In the traditional, Shareing is Caring fasion, we pass the bottles arround. Cute, group bonding but difficult to return to welding a bit tipsi. Note to self: Evers (Eber) birthday is next and do find a was to pass. Thanx.
I´m going to watch Kick Ass in Spanish now and eat fish. Thanx.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Night Time Follies
Right-o! Friday night at the factory I´m working right along welding away. Many people are running saw dust up and down stairs feeding a MASSIVELY UNTAIMED fire below me. They are cooking the bricks and let me just say how interesting that is. I´m sure the system could be impruved but the people are happy. It´s crazy to see fire like that and relize that the day befor I was IN that oven. I´ve never seen fire like that before, NEAT!
Now back to me(thanx Oldspice): So I´m welding along and all of a sudden my mask is failing me. FUCK! I think, the soler panal has cracked but it has not been a problem yet. I take the mask off and with furrowed(that´s for ms. tess tess) brow ponder the problem. . .
Emi sirio¿? There´s NO SUN gir!!! And your mask is SOLER POWERED! As is I´ve lost track of time and it´s 8:30 PM. My work is normaly over at 6pm. I look arround and all the people feeding the oven are new; they are the night shift for´brick baking. Can´t belive no one told me the time but I´m having a blast doing high intencity welding. This is important for my heart.
The boys are working realy HARD. Like a shit ton of steps, and did I mention we´re on a giant oven¿? HOT BABY!!!! The boys are passing round sweet buns, cola, and taquila. For my team, things are winding down, shoot´en the shit etc. My buddy Ever(Eber pronounced) jokes with me that it´s late and I should just sleep at the factory with everyone else, ´´It´s no problem Emi. You can share my bed with me.´´ Ha ha. Uh, no :)
*one day i´ll figure out the putting of fotos on this. . .
Now back to me(thanx Oldspice): So I´m welding along and all of a sudden my mask is failing me. FUCK! I think, the soler panal has cracked but it has not been a problem yet. I take the mask off and with furrowed(that´s for ms. tess tess) brow ponder the problem. . .
Emi sirio¿? There´s NO SUN gir!!! And your mask is SOLER POWERED! As is I´ve lost track of time and it´s 8:30 PM. My work is normaly over at 6pm. I look arround and all the people feeding the oven are new; they are the night shift for´brick baking. Can´t belive no one told me the time but I´m having a blast doing high intencity welding. This is important for my heart.
The boys are working realy HARD. Like a shit ton of steps, and did I mention we´re on a giant oven¿? HOT BABY!!!! The boys are passing round sweet buns, cola, and taquila. For my team, things are winding down, shoot´en the shit etc. My buddy Ever(Eber pronounced) jokes with me that it´s late and I should just sleep at the factory with everyone else, ´´It´s no problem Emi. You can share my bed with me.´´ Ha ha. Uh, no :)
*one day i´ll figure out the putting of fotos on this. . .
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Difficult Decisions
Right, so I´ve got HUGE flea bites on my legs that I have officialy itched to a borderline infected state. The cause: Scooby. This is the pet dog of the Phlukers, family i live with, and me and this dog are in LOVE! Essentialy this means he follows me everywhere and is my sid-kick. Although he is scared of most other dogs and the ocean, he pretends not to be feared by standing at the water´s edge; for example.
So I have fleas because in the morning I awake to find myself spooning with the Scoob :) It´s REALY nice and I don´t want to give it up but these bites are re-donk-a-donk itchy!
In other news. . I hit my burned thumb with a mini sledge hammer yesterday and now the wound is open for bactirial bussines! The plot thickens. Looks pretty good, not infected, definatly sore now and difficult to bend. Cute.
Also I think the factory is cooking off it´s first batch of bricks on Saturday. All the welder, me too, have moved up up up to the roof of the oven and are madly working to connect all moving machines that help the oven function. FUN!! Crawling arround in square tube/chambers that lead downword to vast cooling tanks, welding. . . WOWZA BABY! We´re also working till 8pm now witch means I´m going to bed so I can make my 4:45am alarm :)
Besos. . .sorry, no shower.
So I have fleas because in the morning I awake to find myself spooning with the Scoob :) It´s REALY nice and I don´t want to give it up but these bites are re-donk-a-donk itchy!
In other news. . I hit my burned thumb with a mini sledge hammer yesterday and now the wound is open for bactirial bussines! The plot thickens. Looks pretty good, not infected, definatly sore now and difficult to bend. Cute.
Also I think the factory is cooking off it´s first batch of bricks on Saturday. All the welder, me too, have moved up up up to the roof of the oven and are madly working to connect all moving machines that help the oven function. FUN!! Crawling arround in square tube/chambers that lead downword to vast cooling tanks, welding. . . WOWZA BABY! We´re also working till 8pm now witch means I´m going to bed so I can make my 4:45am alarm :)
Besos. . .sorry, no shower.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Oxyacetylene Run-in
Often, when welding, it is faster to cut your metal with an oxyacetylene torch. Essentialy mixing the propper ratios of oxygen and acetylene gases gives you a flame that burns at about 6, 330 degrees F.
On Wednesday at the ´ol factory we were lacking electricity and therefore there was no welding to be had. I cut metal pieces all day. Mostly small bits of rebar that I will eventualy form into roof trusses for airplane hanger type buildings. Definately a teidious and time consuming business.
So I´m cutting right along and have just finished 119 peices of rebar about 5´´ long. I notice a ONE stray rebar peice of to the left of me and THEN. . .I reached for the rebar with my left hand, passing through a WOPPING 6,330 degree cutting tourch. Nice job Emily!!
The good news is that I learned a new ´trick of the traid´with burns witch is to put grese or oil on the affected area imidiatly to avaid blistering. This method is SHOCKINGLY affective. My thumb has been a trooper, taking the biggest hit. Absolutly NO feeling in that one what so ever. Also, visualy NOT the prettyest thing, although I´ve see worser. My other fingers escaped with much less damage, the middle sustaining the most of it. Definatly no more hair on my hand and now I think I´ll need gloves, at least until they heal up a bit.
IN OTHER NEWS: MY house mate Grissel who works in the resterant, that is the house I live in, opens caned food with a knife. I bought her a can opener esterday and she was excited to recive a gift but asked´, ´Will you show me how it works¿? Lesson: it´s the simple things that we ofted forget that are most important. Thank you gooroo Emily.
Worked the beach today. Saturday it was closed off for Tsunami warning stuff. According to residants and the news, the wave arrived at arround 1am Saturday coming ashore about 15meters. Today, the beach is geograficly differant. The water is MUCH higher up and MUCH more rambunctious. There seems to be no change/damage on shore. Work goes about as usual; launch people in kayaks, explain the form, and recive. Neet!
On Wednesday at the ´ol factory we were lacking electricity and therefore there was no welding to be had. I cut metal pieces all day. Mostly small bits of rebar that I will eventualy form into roof trusses for airplane hanger type buildings. Definately a teidious and time consuming business.
So I´m cutting right along and have just finished 119 peices of rebar about 5´´ long. I notice a ONE stray rebar peice of to the left of me and THEN. . .I reached for the rebar with my left hand, passing through a WOPPING 6,330 degree cutting tourch. Nice job Emily!!
The good news is that I learned a new ´trick of the traid´with burns witch is to put grese or oil on the affected area imidiatly to avaid blistering. This method is SHOCKINGLY affective. My thumb has been a trooper, taking the biggest hit. Absolutly NO feeling in that one what so ever. Also, visualy NOT the prettyest thing, although I´ve see worser. My other fingers escaped with much less damage, the middle sustaining the most of it. Definatly no more hair on my hand and now I think I´ll need gloves, at least until they heal up a bit.
IN OTHER NEWS: MY house mate Grissel who works in the resterant, that is the house I live in, opens caned food with a knife. I bought her a can opener esterday and she was excited to recive a gift but asked´, ´Will you show me how it works¿? Lesson: it´s the simple things that we ofted forget that are most important. Thank you gooroo Emily.
Worked the beach today. Saturday it was closed off for Tsunami warning stuff. According to residants and the news, the wave arrived at arround 1am Saturday coming ashore about 15meters. Today, the beach is geograficly differant. The water is MUCH higher up and MUCH more rambunctious. There seems to be no change/damage on shore. Work goes about as usual; launch people in kayaks, explain the form, and recive. Neet!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Lunch Time Follies
Arm wressling at lunch yesterday in the ol factory and generaly shootén the shit with the boys. I thought I would teach my buddy Alex about leg wresling; ya know, cuz we arm wresling en all. Trying to explain how to leg wrisle is difficult in english, in spanish, i tried the draw and deminstate method.
A stick drawing of leg wresleing is actualy a ´how to´ on the sexual possision 69´ing. LOADS of laughing and shouting in the caffetirea. she trys again; I lay down on the flood and try to demonstrate and of course make my effort worse. Only girl in the factory, white, laying on the floor with a bunch of peruvian boys overhead. . . not the most convinching stratagy.
In closeure, I DID NOT explain leg wresling but I did enjoy a SERIOUS laugh! Done and done!
A stick drawing of leg wresleing is actualy a ´how to´ on the sexual possision 69´ing. LOADS of laughing and shouting in the caffetirea. she trys again; I lay down on the flood and try to demonstrate and of course make my effort worse. Only girl in the factory, white, laying on the floor with a bunch of peruvian boys overhead. . . not the most convinching stratagy.
In closeure, I DID NOT explain leg wresling but I did enjoy a SERIOUS laugh! Done and done!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Living Flashdance!!!!!
I´ve gotten myself a new job as a welder in a BRICK factory!!! Essentialy this is a wet dream for me. If you know of my deeply passionate relationship with ´mi blokies´ you´ll understand. On TOP of that being a REAL welder is incredible!!!!
I work Monday to Friday, ten hours a day. The factory, Kallpa, is about a 30min bus/carpool away from where I´m living. My bus leaves at 6am and gets me home at 7:30pm. Long day let me tell ya, but being exahsted is helpfull for that sleeping.
Kallpa is brand new and still under construction. I´m welding componants for BIG ASS machines used for sorting, sifting, crushing, mixing, and outputting componants of bricks. I have a lot of independance. My boss lets me know the project and I fabricate and weld. He checks in every so often. Supprisingly the language berrier is minamal. The other welders are really great. There are six of us at various locations around the factory and we are all pretty seperate in our tasks, getting together for lunch at noon. O! And one kid, 18yrs, who is our token painter/grinder. The boys call him Flaco witch means skinny boy; I asked his real name the other day, Adrian.
Right, more hillarious is that I´m pretty sure I´m the first girl they´ve ever seen on a job site, ever. The first couple of days there was a lot of double takes. ´Mujere!¿ Gringa!¿´ Tee hee, glad to be that person for them. Also, a friend of mine from last year works there too. He works driving tractors. He has informed the employees on Kallpa of my ambitious working habbets and my history of block laying. One day they pulled me asside and up top of a new building in progress, speeking rapidly and not understanding I went with them. Turns out they wanted me to prove that I could lay bricks. Easy. The men were shocked, as in taking pictures with their phones, neat! At any rate, I´m slowly becoming a part of that world, and it´s fun :)
I came bake from the beach early today because I need to go to the movies! HA! I walk up to my house and BLASTING, as in can´t hear a dame thing, What a Feeling from the movie Flashdance!!!!! Seriously, you CAN do it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I work Monday to Friday, ten hours a day. The factory, Kallpa, is about a 30min bus/carpool away from where I´m living. My bus leaves at 6am and gets me home at 7:30pm. Long day let me tell ya, but being exahsted is helpfull for that sleeping.
Kallpa is brand new and still under construction. I´m welding componants for BIG ASS machines used for sorting, sifting, crushing, mixing, and outputting componants of bricks. I have a lot of independance. My boss lets me know the project and I fabricate and weld. He checks in every so often. Supprisingly the language berrier is minamal. The other welders are really great. There are six of us at various locations around the factory and we are all pretty seperate in our tasks, getting together for lunch at noon. O! And one kid, 18yrs, who is our token painter/grinder. The boys call him Flaco witch means skinny boy; I asked his real name the other day, Adrian.
Right, more hillarious is that I´m pretty sure I´m the first girl they´ve ever seen on a job site, ever. The first couple of days there was a lot of double takes. ´Mujere!¿ Gringa!¿´ Tee hee, glad to be that person for them. Also, a friend of mine from last year works there too. He works driving tractors. He has informed the employees on Kallpa of my ambitious working habbets and my history of block laying. One day they pulled me asside and up top of a new building in progress, speeking rapidly and not understanding I went with them. Turns out they wanted me to prove that I could lay bricks. Easy. The men were shocked, as in taking pictures with their phones, neat! At any rate, I´m slowly becoming a part of that world, and it´s fun :)
I came bake from the beach early today because I need to go to the movies! HA! I walk up to my house and BLASTING, as in can´t hear a dame thing, What a Feeling from the movie Flashdance!!!!! Seriously, you CAN do it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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