Let me first start off by saying I have the most interesting luck. Let's start with where I am staying. I am staying at a "Love Motel". To clear this up right now, this is not a "streetwalker, pimp n ho, sidewalk hostess" kind of place. This is one of the cleaniness placed I have every stayed. In Korea, people stay with there parent until they are married or can find an apartment. Korea has limited space, so when that feeling is strong and it's grown folks time, they go and rent a room. I will say they have the most g-rated porn I have ever seen. I am not professing to be no porn expert, maybe a little bit of a freak, by Bambi couldn't get off watching this. It is so confusing that you end up watching for a little bit before you release this is an attempt at porn or even a odd fetish. I was turned on the TV and out of no where is this happy orange haired Korean chick. I figured change the channel when I unpack. 20 minutes go by and the pecky orange hair chick was topless pouring gitts on herself. Turned to next challenge and no it is a young couple grinding like nobody business. This seemed like a little more of a normal situation, wrong. These fools are just going through the motions. Nothing. I mean if there wasn't a boob and a moan every now and then I would be even more confused. This is all before I find out this is a "Love Motel".
On to the job. They have decided that my personally is suited to 5-6 uear old kids. Now I now me. I am hard on everybody, especially my kid. Now I am not sure if they really throught this out, but I am going to teach Englishee cause that what I get paid to do. the catch to all this is these are kids that have never left home, dont speak any English, and have never seen a foreigner (black people are included in this category). That is not exactly what I was told, but it could be worst.
I miss my son. The kids did a play in the training and I fell out crying. I told the kids it was because it was so beautiful. I mad it out the room before the kids could notice but one followed me to the bathroom. So now I am the big pregnant lady that crys at plays. WTF. Oh well.
In the end I am in Korea.
I have not gone shopping yet, which is a record for. I keep seeing all these great bags and shoes and I have no time to go yet. Sucky. More to come when it is not 1:20 in the morning surrounded by dudes playing video games (PC Bong, for those of you curious)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
It's go time.
I promised my family and friends that I would keep them updated about my up and coming trip. For those of you that know me I leave for Korea February 19th. I am at that moment in the pre-game (pre-trip) where the nerves are getting limited. I am not on my last nerve but the few left are getting mighty short. I dont want to start off with negative thoughts. I am super excited about the trip. I am looking forward to teaching, to the food, and the amazing shopping.
I am sad to believing my son. My son and his father are being really supportive. My son is learning Korean in the car when he is with me and he has helped me pack (his stuff). I dont think he understands how long, but he understands he gets to visit. I have had lots of support from my family and friends and look forward to updating them.
Back to the go time part of the blog. I am not finished packing. I am still weeding out clothes and shoes, appliances, furniture, etc. I have lost all sleep and I have the start of a wicked cold. In the end I wouldn't change it for the world because when it is all done I am in Korea.
I get to throw the deuces to my job tomorrow. For people that know of my job in the fifth ring of hell (also known as reverse mortgage counseling), they know my boss lives right upstairs. There is a small voice in the back of my head that says right before I leave for my flight; go upstairs and donkey punk that fool and say "You know why"! Trust me ya'll. He had it coming. The good person inside me says," that fool aint worth a case". In the end, I am going to Korea.
Part of me is just ready to go. I told my friend, it would easier to set my apart ablaze and collect the insurance money, then I could stop packing. Again for those that know me and my fire starting rants, this statement should not be a surprised. For new comers, "I was just playing. Unless one of ya'll know somebody. Nah, for real. JUST PLAYING."
I am nervous and not sure what to take. Big girl shopping has gotten better in the US, but in other countries it is desert storm with no sign of water. I can have stuff made, but I own nice healthy size clothes. I dress my booty off. So with that said I am having trouble parting with my clothes, purses, and shoes. Not material issues, worried about lack of options. I have gotten it down to two suitcase and might need a third. I think I am doing good, considering the fact I owned 3 to 4 months of clothes and shoes before packing.
I leave in less than seven days, it's go time.
I am sad to believing my son. My son and his father are being really supportive. My son is learning Korean in the car when he is with me and he has helped me pack (his stuff). I dont think he understands how long, but he understands he gets to visit. I have had lots of support from my family and friends and look forward to updating them.
Back to the go time part of the blog. I am not finished packing. I am still weeding out clothes and shoes, appliances, furniture, etc. I have lost all sleep and I have the start of a wicked cold. In the end I wouldn't change it for the world because when it is all done I am in Korea.
I get to throw the deuces to my job tomorrow. For people that know of my job in the fifth ring of hell (also known as reverse mortgage counseling), they know my boss lives right upstairs. There is a small voice in the back of my head that says right before I leave for my flight; go upstairs and donkey punk that fool and say "You know why"! Trust me ya'll. He had it coming. The good person inside me says," that fool aint worth a case". In the end, I am going to Korea.
Part of me is just ready to go. I told my friend, it would easier to set my apart ablaze and collect the insurance money, then I could stop packing. Again for those that know me and my fire starting rants, this statement should not be a surprised. For new comers, "I was just playing. Unless one of ya'll know somebody. Nah, for real. JUST PLAYING."
I am nervous and not sure what to take. Big girl shopping has gotten better in the US, but in other countries it is desert storm with no sign of water. I can have stuff made, but I own nice healthy size clothes. I dress my booty off. So with that said I am having trouble parting with my clothes, purses, and shoes. Not material issues, worried about lack of options. I have gotten it down to two suitcase and might need a third. I think I am doing good, considering the fact I owned 3 to 4 months of clothes and shoes before packing.
I leave in less than seven days, it's go time.
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