Well, actually, I got up and now once I sit down I can’t get back up! (It’s a long ways from the floor to standing) How the hell does someone hurt their back just standing up???
It’s my anti-mojo in Korea, striking once again…
Maybe I need one of those ubiquitous hiking poles. But really, it looks like I’ve already incorporated a pole whenever I walk. Hopefully, this is just a muscle problem and not a slipped disk. Jane gave me a topical analgesic patch, (so sweet!) but it’s only taking the edge off. With all this down time, I’ve spent all day looking for jobs again. Today’s survey resulted in these:
Female F2 Visa holder or F4 Visa(half asian) holder
Female F2 Visa holder or Mixed F4 Visa holder
North American Female Teachers will be preferred: because there are kindergarten students
(Korean’s Cultural trait, we can not help it)
E2 and F2’s all say, Oh! You’ve got an F4! You’re practically GOLDEN! (because we’re allowed to teach privates legally) Yeah right. Willie and I are discovering it’s the kiss of death. I’ve probably sent out about 50 resumes and only heard back from 3 people. Maybe I need to join a goddamned church to get a private. (no offense to Christians – I just don’t believe God + religion is a healthy combination for man or planet)
Five more weeks of this and if I can’t find something viable, then I’m going to have to tell Korea to kiss my ass and move somewhere less prejudiced for work. To be shut out by my own race is just dumbfounding. Excuse my attitude, but living in a Kafka novel tends to do that to a person.
Thailand is sounding real good about now. In fact, I should apply because their positions also start in March.