Oh boy.  Here’s how my week has gone so far.

I tried to go to bed early on Sunday night so I’d be bright tailed and bushy eyed for my first day at work.  Instead I was treated to the incessant rat-a-tat-tat of a jack hammer coming from the street construction nineteen floors beneath me.  The worked stopped (or I fell asleep) at around 2:00 a.m.

My otherwise worthless phone did manage to wake me at the appointed time.  The crappy phone is dumber than my old flip phone.  Wireless won’t open and the data network moves at such an excruciatingly slow pace as to render it unusable.  Second time I’ve had this problem.  Jee Yeun is down at the Samsung store as I write trying to get a replacement phone.  Failing that, I’ll have to buy a new one and eat the penalty on the contract we signed when I bought the Edsel of handphones. UPDATE: Jee Yeun came home with a new and nicer phone, and only paid a W50,000 penalty.  She’s quite the negotiator!

I still had a darts tournament to run in Itaewon.  I elected to take a cab into town because I had somehow managed to develop an embarrassing (and painful) diaper rash and the top of my thighs.  Ballsy of me, I know.  Heat and friction, a tortuous combination for sure.

Finished second in the tourney, hightailed it out of there and caught the 110B bus home, arriving a little after midnight.  Put on some diaper rash ointment and hit the sack.  Only to wake up tired four and a half hours later.

I’m still tired.  Too tired to write about day 2.  Suffice to say it involved a lot less walking.