CityGirl

I’m always fascinated by the search reference that I see when I check my blog stats.  So this evening I was quite amused when I saw ‘how do I find men in Jamaica for sex’ as a search item. 

Of course the next thought that came to mind was, why would anyone find my blog using that as their search.   What blog post would that lead them to?   Of course my innate curiousity lead me to google the question and came upon this blog post that I did some time ago.

But it’s beyond me why anyone would need to google that?  Don’t they know of www.adultfriendfinder.com where you can find anyone from any country/city/town to do anything with? 

Update:

I was finally able to get the link right.

Yesterday while at work, I looked on the computer clock, noted that it was past 4:00pm and silently cheered. 

When did I become a clock watcher?

I remember the days when I was happy to go lock down in my office on a public holiday.   The days when I relished to thought of going to work.  When I’d eagerly await the dawn of day in order to pour over the ledgers.   Or when I’d reluctantly leave the office at midnight, frustrated that the Balance Sheet was still out, go home and dream where the offending entry is and rush to work to see if my dream was on point.

Damn!  When did work become a chore? 

It’s not that I hate working.  It’s just that I can think of much better ways to spend my days. 

I must purchase a lottery ticket this weekend.

So that Carlos Hill, head honcho of the local HYIP (High Yield Investment Program) Cashplus Ltd, turned out to be quite an orator.  My sources told me that he had crowd eating out of his hands.  A newspaper article claimed that he assured the anxious crowd that Cashplus was here to stay ‘to thunderous applause’.  Well I felt like applauding too. 

Whenever he’s tired of buying hotels and media houses, sponsoring football leagues and whatever else he has planned to convince us all that his company is legit and here to stay, he can always go dabble in politics.  He certainly got the gift of gab and has the art of persuasion down pat. 

Good for him.  Good for me too actually.  I just hope it doesn’t turn out to be purely sophistry.

It also seems that I’ve never truly been aware of my appetite to take risks until these ’schemes’ appeared on the scene.  Somehow I’ve developed a yen for walking on the wild side and playing russian roulette with my hard-earned funds.   So it wasn’t enough to dump (wrong choice of word?) in Cashplus Ltd so I had to put some in WorldWise Partners too.

Time will tell whether my decision was a wise one.   They say hindsight is 20/20.  

In the meantime, I’m happy that Carlos Hill was able to allay the fears and prevent what might have been a run on Cashplus and the possible demise of my dreams of being a wealthy woman in a couple years.     I still don’t know if there’s any truth to the rumours that abound.

Oh well.

I thought WordPress didn’t eat your posts. 

Why oh why when I’m on a roll, and had already churned out about four paragraphs,  wordpress chose this precise time to eat my post?

Chuuups.

I really like the young boys that I teach. 

This has nothing to do with the fact that quite a few of them are so cute, that I find myself wishing that I was twenty years younger.

Nah, this isn’t going to be a lust-filled post where I admit to harbouring inappropriate thoughts about my charge.

I’m just so filled with hope when I talk with them. 

With all this talk of male marginalization and the fact that the universities are reporting that the boy-girl ratio of enrolment continues to be really low, it’s a wonderful thing to see them so interested in school work.

Of course I’m not saying they’re perfect.   Oh no!  They’re the typical  caribbean young males, mischievous and loud sometimes and projecting the expected machismo behavior when among their peers.   

I’ve discovered that despite the bandana tied around the head, the baggy jeans that threaten to trip them up, the occassional carving in the head, the self-assured swagger, they’re really pussy-cats when you talk to them on a one and one. 

I recently gave them an exam and even though most of them passed with a decent grade, they were a few who didn’t do as well as they should.  It was quite a satisfying to see them coming to me, requesting that I go through the questions, expressing concern about their grades and showing signs of distress, vowing that they’re going to do well in the next exam.

This experience has also confirmed that being the tactile person that I am, I wouldn’t last very long in the US educational system that frowns on any action remotely resembling displays of affection.   I couldn’t help thinking that this evening as I reassuring pat(or was it rubbing?)  a few of them on their shoulders.

What I find quite fascinating is that even though there are females in the class who didn’t do as well as expected, they didn’t seem overly concerned.  It was the boys who crowded around my desk,  jostling each other for a chance to discuss their grades, banging their heads even as they ask “Miss, is what kind of grade that?  Oh Jeez, I need to resit the exam!”

My cynical male friends have basically come to the conclusion that it’s the not grades they’re interested in, but a chance to get close to the lecturer.   I can’t quite discount that theory since a few bold ones have made ’soft advances’ - calling me up to ask about some aspect of the course only to cheekily end the conversation by telling me how ’sexy’ I look. 

So hard being a hot older female!  It’s a burden I’m willing to bear if it results in our boys passing exams.

It has been so difficult to post recently even though I badly wanted to.    This is due to a combination of exhaustion and lack of inspiration.  

I recently started teaching a business course at one of our Universities and even though it is only once per week, it has been exhausting.   I like it though.  I’ve always loved interacting with young people and it’s just fascinating being on the other side of the education divide.   You know, the one setting the exams instead of sitting them.

The last few weeks have really been fraught with disappointment, frustration,  and indecision about future.  

Well, the disappointment and frustration comes from it appearing that I won’t be able to move into my new apartment for Christmas.  I was really looking forward to that.  The developers pissed me off so much.  I’ve been waiting for more than a year on the apartment to finish.  I still can’t believe that they’re dragging their feet on it.  What concerns me is that I suspect that they’ve run out of money and believe me that thought is not a comforting one.    I really can’t see how else to explain what seems like a lack of committment.  The good thing is that work has not stalled - even though at the snail-pace they’re going, it might as well be. 

Then I’ve been thinking about my next career move.   When I first started this job,  I had put a 2-year timeline on it.  Then I thought about extending it to 3 years after I started working on some interesting projects.  Well, now that the interesting projects have dried up, I’m back to my orginal timeline, which means come April 2008 I should be in a different job or close to being so. 

I’ve been looking on positions overseas, mainly Cayman Island and Bermuda.   I was really leaning towards Bermuda, had even signed up with an agent and have been receiving notifications of vacant positions.  Since last week however, I’ve been thinking maybe I should really try Cayman Island.  I see Digicel with some positions in Trinidad but I don’t think I’m very interested in living in Trinidad.   

Decisions, decisions.    Oh well.