Hey everyone.
We're off to the wonderful city of Frankfurt, Germany this weekend just to see what Northern Europe looks like. Actually, I really need a break from this heat. It's unbearable. It's 90degrees everyday with 80% humidity. I don't even want to take a shower because when you walk outside after 20 minutes you smell all over again.
So the group of 5 has split itself into two groups. There are the "dorks" (Mandy, Christian and sometimes Kameelah) and the "let's live life to the maximum" people, with me being in the later with José and sometimes Kameelah. I get along with everyone except Christian, who apparently never liked me from the beginning, which was exactly how I felt about him. I think I got turned off by him because when I met him, he tried to prove his intelligence by saying that he's a graduate student at Yale, telling me about all this research he's done/heard about and how much he knows about nueroscience (which I have no interest in). To which, knowing how I am when I'm irritated and tired, I probably rolled my eyes at him, gave a sarcastic response and walked away.
Anyways back to the present, so everyone else in the group is starting to get on each other's nerves. We don't have a filter on what we say to each other. A lot of it is borderline fighting words in most circumstances. We are also talking about each other behind our backs. I overheard Kameelah and Christian talking about me and José.
So the research kinda sucks. Nothing is working right. We're not getting results. At first I thought that there was something wrong with me, but then I realized that I'm not that stupid and that after 4 weeks of nothing going right, it's way beyound my fault. Then my boss, who's German, told me sarcastically that he doesn't trust me. To which, I gave a sarcastic comment back about how all Germans are controlling and overbearing. Yeah, that pretty much sums up our interactions. He says his thoughts sarcastically and I respond with mine.
So needless to say, I'm so over the first world, Spain and this trip. I'm not saying I'm ready to go home, but I need a break from everything and the group.
P.S. Sorry to let out the dirty laundry, but it was bound to come out sooner than later.
P.P.S I'll be back on Sunday or Monday with my thoughts on Germany.
Talk to you then.
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