The vacation is over. And it's a bit of a relief, really, it wasn't particularly relaxing. Not at all, not in the least.
And so I hear about everyone elses better, more relaxed vacation. G. Stayed in town, just hung around, Franco went to the mountains for a few days, and the bosses nephew moved in with his new girlfriend, the dishwasher looking after the house was getting to be a bit much.
He had a good vacation, and he shows us pictures of his girlfriends fine breasts on his Ipod and then a video on his facebook. I try to look politely interested, I'm not particularly, it's not my girlfriend, not my facebook, and I don't know if I particularly "approve" of showing off nude photos of one's girlfriend at work....I'm a bit of a prude that way.
The boss, he's impressed, if only his son could be this smooth...
But things aren't all what they seem in paradise. Halfway through the shift he's getting me to translate his text messages and his girlfriend checked into a clinic, she has an infection. He wants to know what an infection is and I explain, and he begins denying that it could have been him. He's had 6 women since coming to Canada. And a few hours later and there's another text message confirming that it's herpes. And he's denying it still but now he's looking a bit concerned. I cheer him up with the old: "What's the difference between Herpes and True Love" joke, he seems to take it well, offers to infect me, and so the circus continues.
I've a month left. Maybe a bit more, the dentist, the move, they've cost a fair bit. But it's the only thing that keeps me going.