The promised pictures

Here are the pictures I said I'd put on, plus a few extra. You can probably imagine which is where I sleep, and where I work.

Aqui estan las fotos que prometi, mas unas extras. Se pueden imaginar en cual lugar me duermo, y en cual trabajo.

A spanish translation

Just so every one knows, I'll try to make all of my posts in the future in spanish and english. If you understand one, you'll know what's in the other
De ahora en adelante, voy a hacer mis puestos en espanol e ingles. Si lo entendes a uno, entendras al otro. En el puesto pasado dice:
Tengo mucho suerte.
Mientras nos preparabamos para venir por aca, mi jefe me dijo que no tengo que dejar que otros me den trabajos tontos. Hay muchas cosas que hacer en mi trabajo que solo puedo hacer yo, y tengo que hacer trabajos que puede hacer cualquiera. Me dijo que si alguien tiene problema con esto, que hable con el. Bueno, hace unas semanas van diciendo que van a poner bolsas de arena arriba del hospital para formar posisiones de defensa contra ataque. Iban a empezar a las 5 de la manana y trabajar hasta las 9 de la manana. Segun lo que me dijo mi jefe (que esta en otro lado) no me correspondia esto. Pero tampoco quise jactarme frente a los que si andaban sudando en su labor. Asi que a las siete de la manana cuando me desperte me prepare para ir a banarme. Sali de la oscuridad el mi pieza al luz fuerte del sol. Con un ojo cerrado y con la mala balancia del sueno caminaba hacia las duchas. Cuando pase al camino donde estan las duchas, vi a personas en el techo con las bolsas de arrena. En mi estado de recien levantado, querriendo que no me vieran los del techo, me meti rapido en el edificio de duchas. Cuando entre, pense que era rara que no habia nadie duchandose, pero decidi que era por el trabajo que se efectuaba en el techo. Siempre me ducho en la ducha al final de la fila. Llegue, y empeze a colgar mi toalla y sacar mi champu. Que raro que cambiaron el estante de jabon, me dije. Y tambien el cano donde sale la lluvia. Ahi ya sospechaba que algo estaba mal. Me desperte mejor, y me di vuelta. Tambien estaban diferentes las piletas para afeitar. Agarre mis cosas y me sali corriendo. Al salir de la puerta me fije. Decie "duchas para mujeres." Como dije, tengo muchisima suerte que no habia ninguna mujer dentro, ni entro ninguna cuando estuve, ni me vio nadie entrar ni salir. Despues voy a poner fotos de como es mi vida aca. Y van a ver del facil que me resulto equivocarme asi.

I'm pretty lucky

When I was preparing to come out here, my boss told me not to let people push me around. He said that I shouldn't do any of the silly time consuming jobs that they make people in the army do because my job is too important. He said that if I'm asked to do anything that takes more than an hour or two a week, to tell them that they need to talk to my boss before I'm allowed to help. SO, this last week the top people around here(my boss is somewhere else) started preparing to move a bunch of sandbags onto the roof of the hospital and fortify fighting positions. The work would start at 5am, and go till 9am. That's more than an hour or two, so I decided it didn't apply to me. When I woke up at 7am to get ready for my 8am meeting, I was still very tired. With the European style roladens to keep the sun out of my bedroom, stepping out into the sunlight to head to the showers is always an ordeal. With one eye closed, and one eye squinting, I stumbled to the showers which are all lined up along one sidewalk. I noticed some people on the roof of the hospital, and in an effort to avoid their notice, I hurried into the shower building. I thought it was odd that I didn't hear anyone else taking a shower, but put it down to the work that was being done with the sandbags. When I got to the last shower stall, my customary spot, I noticed that the whole metal soap dish had been switched with a wire soap dish. Hanging up my towel, I saw that the shower head had also changed. At that point, I became concerned. Paying more attention, I realized that the sinks that I had just walked past were separated individually, instead of the troughs I was used to. I quickly snatched up my towel and practically threw myself out the door. No longer a surprise, the faded spray paint underneath the coating of dust said female showers. I'm very fortunate that no one was in there when I arrived, and that no one came in before I realized my error.

Later, I'll try to get some pictures up to demonstrate why it was so easy for me to make that mistake. You'll see.