darth bartious' final journey
Oct. 5th, 2010 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soloprojectThis and the last week was really tough for many reasons! Not super tought but challenging. And I guess I'd had an easy time of it until this point because things kind of imploded in a massive way!
Work became a hell of data entry. Hours and hours and rows and rows of data entry. And then it sunk in that it was Bart's last week, so we planned the party for last Saturday night and posted it on the Wednesday previous AND THEN realized that Thursday, Friday and Saturday were all going to be dry days! Bart and I bought booze on the way home but then started texting people to try and get booze asap for the party and bring it.
On Friday, the ban was lifted for a half day. Saturday was a day off which I spent mostly braindead and then Gordan, Ana and I went to do some much needed shopping--
--and then I met a group of Filipinas! My first Filipinos in Mumbai! Nice ladies...no young Filipinos but having titas in Mumbai means getting fed and babied.
Gordan was being an idiot that day. He kept saying he needed to buy booze and I kept reminding him that he should have thought of that when, you know, it wasn't a dry day. Nor was he clever enough to procure some through less than desirable means. And then he got pissed at Bart's party on what didn't seem to me like a whole lotta booze and then he proceeded to kind of make an ass out of himself and then he lectured me when we finally managed to bring him home.
Bart's party on Saturday night...saw some great people because all the great people like Bart and there are very few residual loser types who I kind of tactfully and hopefully gently univited. I for one am sad to see Bart go. He is my first friend in Mumbai and we really clicked, liked all the same shows and geeky things and not even just the surface kinds but Dexter! Lost! Doctor Who! Where am I going to find another Doctor Who fan in Mumbai? Maybe I should just make some.
Without you, Bart, I would have gotten very lost in Mumbai, in the Fort area where we work, in Andheri where we live, everything in between. I'll be riding the trains alone again like in the beginning, having day offs alone again, instead of hanging out like the two losers who have Monday off while all their friends are at work because of a shitty company policy. I'll be eating vada pav alone on the train platform for breakfast and sev puri alone during my snack break. But you gave good advice and taught me what to eat, where to go and partied just as hard as I do.
I've only known you for a little over a month but I am glad to call you my brother. My evil twin brother.
Today is his last day at work, although we are still getting together with other friends for one last night of drinks. Unlike before where I used to be worried about friends moving away and I would never see them again, my world's gotten to a point where I know I will definitely see them again because I'll always be traveling to one place or another and I'm in India now, where I'm meeting some very interesting people and learning about them and myself. It's a good feeling.
Vilgaile is back, our third intern, who was only supposed to be gone two weeks but instead the company delayed her for SIX WEEKS in Mombasa, Kenya (#thatscobolsbackyard) and Uganda and she insisted coming back today so she could also see Bart before he left. And although we've been speaking on Skype, it's the first time I've met her in person! She's a very tall, pretty Lithuanian girls...I will post pictures soon.
It's gonna be pretty busy the next three weeks: I have to work six days next week but then I am going to Goa, weekend after next! That's a nice part of India that's all beach; the Miami of Mumbai. And then the week after that, I might go to Kolkata with fabulous Ricardo from Brazil and I'm pretty excited and also dying to get out of Mumbai.
I have to find a card reader that works so I can post pictures again. I'm so behind with the pictures. >_
Work became a hell of data entry. Hours and hours and rows and rows of data entry. And then it sunk in that it was Bart's last week, so we planned the party for last Saturday night and posted it on the Wednesday previous AND THEN realized that Thursday, Friday and Saturday were all going to be dry days! Bart and I bought booze on the way home but then started texting people to try and get booze asap for the party and bring it.
On Friday, the ban was lifted for a half day. Saturday was a day off which I spent mostly braindead and then Gordan, Ana and I went to do some much needed shopping--
--and then I met a group of Filipinas! My first Filipinos in Mumbai! Nice ladies...no young Filipinos but having titas in Mumbai means getting fed and babied.
Gordan was being an idiot that day. He kept saying he needed to buy booze and I kept reminding him that he should have thought of that when, you know, it wasn't a dry day. Nor was he clever enough to procure some through less than desirable means. And then he got pissed at Bart's party on what didn't seem to me like a whole lotta booze and then he proceeded to kind of make an ass out of himself and then he lectured me when we finally managed to bring him home.
Bart's party on Saturday night...saw some great people because all the great people like Bart and there are very few residual loser types who I kind of tactfully and hopefully gently univited. I for one am sad to see Bart go. He is my first friend in Mumbai and we really clicked, liked all the same shows and geeky things and not even just the surface kinds but Dexter! Lost! Doctor Who! Where am I going to find another Doctor Who fan in Mumbai? Maybe I should just make some.
Without you, Bart, I would have gotten very lost in Mumbai, in the Fort area where we work, in Andheri where we live, everything in between. I'll be riding the trains alone again like in the beginning, having day offs alone again, instead of hanging out like the two losers who have Monday off while all their friends are at work because of a shitty company policy. I'll be eating vada pav alone on the train platform for breakfast and sev puri alone during my snack break. But you gave good advice and taught me what to eat, where to go and partied just as hard as I do.
I've only known you for a little over a month but I am glad to call you my brother. My evil twin brother.
Today is his last day at work, although we are still getting together with other friends for one last night of drinks. Unlike before where I used to be worried about friends moving away and I would never see them again, my world's gotten to a point where I know I will definitely see them again because I'll always be traveling to one place or another and I'm in India now, where I'm meeting some very interesting people and learning about them and myself. It's a good feeling.
Vilgaile is back, our third intern, who was only supposed to be gone two weeks but instead the company delayed her for SIX WEEKS in Mombasa, Kenya (#thatscobolsbackyard) and Uganda and she insisted coming back today so she could also see Bart before he left. And although we've been speaking on Skype, it's the first time I've met her in person! She's a very tall, pretty Lithuanian girls...I will post pictures soon.
It's gonna be pretty busy the next three weeks: I have to work six days next week but then I am going to Goa, weekend after next! That's a nice part of India that's all beach; the Miami of Mumbai. And then the week after that, I might go to Kolkata with fabulous Ricardo from Brazil and I'm pretty excited and also dying to get out of Mumbai.
I have to find a card reader that works so I can post pictures again. I'm so behind with the pictures. >_
