Category: professional life
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“I does pay your billllls”
When I was a young child I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. I had a whole host of dreams, ranging from architecture, to psychiatry, to journalism, to teaching. And with every dream I’d run to my mom and tell her, and she’d smile sweetly and give me encouraging words.…
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SHELLINGS?!
Last night I was vex, yuh. Utterly and completely pissed off. It was about 9:45. Ort, so I was standing in my kitchen seasoning up some thick quarter (or so) pounder burgers to searĀ and consume. Had some garlic chop up fine fine. Onion on de ready. A mango chutney to mix into deĀ ground beef, and…
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Maybe it does grow on trees
It’s mango season here in Barbados. For as long as I can remember we’ve had a massive mango tree out in the backyard. I can open my bedroom window and just pick a mango for breakfast without even going outside. It’s majestic. Natural. Beautiful. But I don’t really like mangos, and when birds pick them they…
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And How Does That Make You Feel?
I’ve been without internet (phone and laptop) and cable for the past few weeks. I know, I know, #firstworldproblems and all that, and I’d love to be able to say it was no big deal, that I found a proactive, mature and fulfilling way to pass the time and renew myself and all that. Sorry.…
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Too School for Cool
September’s almost upon us. And if you’re here in Bim youuu know what you have to get ready for – rammed minibuses and ZRs swerving and cutting you off in the road (while arms reach out and slap the side of the van in approval)…powder-necked girls in short plaid skirts…sweaty, scruffy, gangster-looking boys walking through…
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I can’t afford to not record.
When Pretzel and I (finally) move out of my mom’s house, the one indulgence that I think I’m going to entertain is that of having a dryer. A dryer, I say…don’t tell me anything about any sun. A state-of-the-line, compact, efficient washer/dryer set, so that I won’t have to go outside with a heavy tub…