
Since I graduated college my future plans have been all over!
First I was going to be a flight attendant for Virgin, but that fell through because UCSB isn't on semester, and I wasn't done a quarter early. So I had to forgo working on planes, which I would have loved, meeting pilots/potential husbands, which I would have loved, and living with Grace in SF, which I would have loved!
So then I decided that I could teach English in the Middle East, tone my Arabic, live abroad, and make money. I took a seminar course thing that certified me, as if a paper could prepare me to mold young non-English speaking minds, and I started applying to jobs. Right off the bat I got a job in Egypt that paid a whopping 500 bones a month... so that was a nose goes!
I continued to apply to different jobs in the Middle East, mainly in the Gulf coast countries like Oman, Qatar, UAE, Kuwait, (not Saudi), etc. I got a job offer teaching in Doha, Qatar, but couldn't take it because the start date was before I was going to be donating my eggie weggs. Then I got a job as a governess for the royal family in Abu Dhabi, but again, my lame ass eggs kept me from taking the job. So again, I my Arabic ambitions were kind of dismissed.


Now I'm getting my papers together for my visa. I have to send in my verification of graduation to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, then they send it to the UAE Embassy, then they send it back to me, then I send it to my school. Once that is done, I will get an eTicket (lame) and will be on my way to my new life in the Middle East. But now I'm waiting on that shit to get done, which let's be honest, is not going to be quick being as it is going through the government and shit, so I think I will have time to visit Shasha and her kid in Germany now!
Anyway, so that's my current plan. I'm gonna sneak off to see Shasha, my mom, and Baby C in Germany, before they notice I have left, and hopefully I can come back by the time I need to leave to United Arab Emirates!
That's him. He is hilarious already.
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