A few days ago, a surprise source parachuted in to assist me with my monetary woes: the IRS. My mini bailout came in the form of a $400 tax credit, which was automatically doled out to eligible taxpayers this year. (The bad news is that I now know I could have applied for it last year too... Excuse me as I kick myself for insisting on doing the whole damn form by hand.)
This leaves me a bit more at ease about the whole Zambia thing, to the extent that I think I’m ready to start dealing with tickets and visas this weekend. After hearing in the negative from four of the scholarships I applied to, I’m still waiting on another three; if I don’t get those, then I’m going to kick it into high gear and secure myself some decent-paying work by fair means or foul. (Considering my visa, it’s all foul, isn’t it...) A total of 25 extra hours – and that isn’t much if you think about it – should be quite enough to allow me to take the hotel job offer, assuming I get things sorted soon-ish.
In other news, this week saw the opening of my “visit every shop and restaurant nearby” project, which I can proudly say has already resulted in the discovery of the best dinner deal in these parts.