3:00 pm

So, I'm on strike. They again didn't have the partners meeting this morning. I told Herbert that I'll return when something is decided -- Wednesday at earliest. He keeps telling me things will work out, but I'm growing ever-suspicious. He mentioned today that he thought I was being paid in advance. Hoo boy. That's a good one. But maybe it's a trick they'll try to use. This really sucks. I have a feeling we'll have to come to a "compromise." Fine. Then I'll leave. If I could at least get the $500 owed me up to August 15th, it'd be something.


9:30 pm

Well, my neighbors agree that I did what I had to do. I figured that I've earned 450 pts/hour -- with the money they still owe me. But we get paid 1000 pts/hour for the weddings. That doesn't make sense. It was nice chatting with mis vecinos. I need to do it more often. So. It's still a waiting game. But I'm pretty proud of my move today. Their move now.


11:15 pm

I've been reading my journal through July 1987. I do enjoy it. What a strange life I've led. I'm looking forward to seeing Joel at Bolivia tonight. Why? Oh, hell I don't know. I love reading about my travels. I have traveled a lot. And I always enjoy it so much! But I hate reading about my pinings over guys. I still do it, don't I?