my white thiya and the workshop saga

Ah yes, if World Vision has taught me one thing (or has got me learning about it) is how to be flexible to changes.

All the funding for my workshops wasn't transferred between FY 07 and FY 08. Meaning, that even though they're working on finding funding from a different source, I'm pretty sure officially on paper right now, there's no money for the workshops that I've just spent the last 2 days and 20 hours of work trying to prepare for . . .

But, really, quite frankly, we can still do them without any budget whatsoever. That's the beauty of them. We won't feed anyone, but they can feed themselves because it's happening in the villages. We might lose a few State reps, but the people whom the workshops concern the most, well, they'll still be there.

So, if you ask me, if worse came to worse, I'd just do them on my own money. I'm paid well enough here to do that (to fund, of course, the much more simplified version of the workshops). Or at least 1 or 2 of them. I'm not sure after that . . . !
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At any rate, that's not going to happen. There will be money, and by the time I come back from my vacation, everything will have fallen into place.



I hope.
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So, did I tell you about my white Thiya? Well, my sort of white thiya? Okay, my white thiya that I spilled chocolate spread all over today . . . I washed most of it out, and eventually, when it fades to dusty brown, it'll fit right in!

My white Thiya. The glory of Senegal. Pants. Made out of 5 meters of material. Watch Aladdin again and then just attach the bottom of his pants, poke two holes in the bottom for feet, and double the width (which you then bunch up as you make it fit your waist).

As you might very well understand, I love them. And so do my Senegalese friends. Or co-workers. I can actually say that some of them have become friends. Friends I will miss. But friends without much depth, a product of a lack of time (my running into villages all the time never helped), my avoidance for quite some time, and language barriers. But, they're still friends all the same, and they love my pants. Or, more accurately, they like a white boy in Mourride pants. Or Bi-Fall. I can't remember what religious group . . . At any rate, I also have very colourful, patchwork Bi Fall pants to show off when I get home.

I think I'll wear them to the World Vision Canada office a few times. I'm sure it'd be acceptable attire (one of the only places in the world where this would be so . . .)

But yes, my white Thiya I am hoping to keep relatively white. I also plan on buying two more, which are NOT white. They shall be all mine! And I shall wear them. And I shall love them. And they shall not give me wedgies. And they shall not be see through when wet (except the white ones). And they shall be cool.

K, I've been in the office FAAAAAR too long, and I need to jet.
Plus, my head hurts. Sort of.
But what else is new.
'Stupid head' is sometimes stated as a mockery of someone. Mine would be an adjective for my head . . .
And no, it's not that bad. It's probably dehydration anyways. It's pretty warm here right now. 35 degrees I'm sure. Compared to your ungodly 10. Can't wait for it.

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