Sunday, December 9, 2012

Liar, liar pants on fire!



December 9, 2012

Three’s a crowd! Someone is always left out. One vehemently controls the channel changer, another is obsessively playing a violent war game on the extended volume Ipad, a third steals the coveted made in China plastic toy…parental units are attempting to catch up from their stayed up too late every night organizing and got up at the crack of dawn to get the kids ready for school each weekday morning sleep deprived state…sure! I am not on the same level as the baba so my requests are completely ignored. Perhaps it is because they don’t have a clue what I am saying…I’m guessing selective hearing.

A liar, a brat, an idiot, a baby, cheater, not my best friend anymore you are not invited to my house again my mom says you are poor you don’t know what you are talking about I’m not hungry I am waiting until my mom gets up I forgot my promise how could you forget from two minutes ago wait until my dad hears what you did I hate you Patricia is my best friend now you can’t use my toothbrush this is a stupid show why are you talking to me I told you I don’t want to talk to you anymore lalalalalala! Oh boy!

Unusually overcast and a dark threat of torrential rain. Everyone is worried about seasonal beach plans. The majority of Brasilians are biding their time until the long-awaited two luxurious months of summer vacation. Employees typically get between two weeks to one month of paid vacation plus a bonus of 30% of their salary per year. As in North America, the multitude of festivities begin at the start of December and private and public schools close for the summer around the same time and open again in early February. Shopping malls preposterously extend their hours until midnight.

Reminiscent of my first job at the Westgate Mall-I was a gift wrapping elf, posted in the small window at the side of the store swathing jewels in shiny paper with ribbon and bows for Dunkin Jewelers. Forced to wear a ridiculous elf hat and plaster a smile on my face as boxes piled up around my suffocating space. The bulk of presents I passed along that Christmas were from said store since I got a substantial discount. Sang the theme song each time I passed out a gift to my family member. I can sing it for you if you wish! Still recall the jingle. Don’t ask me where the hat went!

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