From black to white

I’ve got a job offer!!!

For quite possibly the best teaching position I could hope for here in Korea:

  • in the mountains, the beautiful beautiful mountains, (I’d already decided the job in the agricultural town in the South was both too isolated, too far away, and the students too young for my taste.  The cottage with garden was tempting, but coastal hills don’t comfort me like thickly wooded mountains do) in a rural town of 20,000 with only one older apartment complex (half the height as in the city) that you can still see the mountains past, on a river.
  • MANAGEABLE class sizes of 20-30
  • mixed gender classes
  • two fantastic female Korean co-teachers
  • only 16 classes to teach, and broadcasting a 10 minute English greeting/lesson to the whole school every morning
  • a technical high school of 300 students
  • the school is clean, it doesn’t have a dirt sports field, and it already has an English Zone
  • no hogwans for miles !!!!!!!
  • English classes are incorporated into the overall English GRADING system, so I won’t be powerless like at most schools
  • an hour by train outside of Seoul, soon to be a half hour by high speed subway by this summer, and the train ride is really scenic (see below)
  • the last teacher was there for five years and said the administration was totally supportive with everything he wanted to do or any time he had trouble
  • I’m free to leave the school anytime the classes are done and I feel I’ve finished my prep.
  • It’s the same pay I’m making now +$100 additional for its rural location

Basically, it’s already got all the things I’d hoped for and fought for but didn’t receive at my last school.  AND, just looking out the window is thrilling, the air is clean, there isn’t a crush of people being rude, the people are not pretentious and just look content.

When they handed me the contract to look at, I was disappointed to see it was the standard school district contract and I proceeded to tell them about my being blacklisted and how I could only contract with them if they gave me an independent contract.

They called the head of the school district and he told them that there is no blacklist and that I could be hired if they wanted me.  So that indicates that the blacklist I was on is independent of the school district and it is strictly the handiwork of the evil person running the Native English Teaching program and her recruiter cohorts, and she doesn’t have the final say in who gets hired.

They also called my references, who told them I was a professional and passionate teacher worth hiring.

Now, the only hitch is I also have an inside opening for a job that probably pays a lot more a month.  We’re talking a lot more.  However, this job would be 50-60 hrs. a week in front of a computer screen, which would leave me dead/drained.  I definitely would love to actually be exceeding my expenses for once, but not sure if the toll it would take would be too high.  In addition, this opening is two months away and not guaranteed, even though it’s probably mine due to being recommended internally and being the first applicant.  Two more months of uncertainty, and if I don’t get the position, maybe many more months, at which point I’d just have to leave Korea…

If I were to take the teaching position in the country, that means participating in TRACK would be remotely, and I’d have to move almost immediately and find someone to take over my apartment lease or maintain it at great expense, and I like the place I’m at and Mrs. Kim.

So I have until the 16th to decide.  In polling people I know, the Koreans tell me to take the big money (it’s also more prestigious) and the foreign teachers tell me a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

What to do???

How the Northern Han River looks from the train between Daeseong and Cheongpyeong
On the river north of Cheongpyeong is Nami island, made famous in the Korean movie, Winter Sonata

OK.  Can this get any harder?  I just got a message from the major newspaper that they would like to interview me and the job is probably mine – but this interview is AFTER the deadline to decide about the Cheongpyeong teaching position closes.  ARGH!!!!

Hungry Ghosts

My spinning wheels and its changing scenery is, I guess, like addiction. As is connecting, however imperfectly and incompletely, to others via the internet.  But sometimes it pays off, my repeatedly pushing these buttons.  (the irony of using one addiction to analyze another addiction doesn’t escape me) Here’s a gem another adoptee found and shared on-line.  It spoke to her for its reference to abandonment.  It spoke to me for its reference to abuse, neglect, and abandonment.  It is me, without the needle stuck in my arm.  (and, I have always been fascinated by needles and white powder to an unhealthy degree, so made sure never to go there)

“In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts”

click on the title above to view the video page of this thought-provoking interview on Democracy Now, with Dr. Gabor Maté, Physician at Vancouver Safe-Injection Site, on the Biological and Socio-Economic Roots of Addiction and ADD

Excerpt from the transcripts:

AMY GOODMAN: Talk about the people you treat.

DR. GABOR MATÉ: Well, the hardcore drug addicts that I treat, but according to all studies in the States, as well, are, without exception, people who have had extraordinarily difficult lives. And the commonality is childhood abuse. In other words, these people all enter life under extremely adverse circumstances. Not only did they not get what they need for healthy development, they actually got negative circumstances of neglect. I don’t have a single female patient in the Downtown Eastside who wasn’t sexually abused, for example, as were many of the men, or abused, neglected and abandoned serially, over and over again.

And that’s what sets up the brain biology of addiction. In other words, the addiction is related both psychologically, in terms of emotional pain relief, and neurobiological development to early adversity.

AMY GOODMAN: What does the title of your book mean, In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts?

DR. GABOR MATÉ: Well, it’s a Buddhist phrase. In the Buddhists’ psychology, there are a number of realms that human beings cycle through, all of us. One is the human realm, which is our ordinary selves. The hell realm is that of unbearable rage, fear, you know, these emotions that are difficult to handle. The animal realm is our instincts and our id and our passions.

Now, the hungry ghost realm, the creatures in it are depicted as people with large empty bellies, small mouths and scrawny thin necks. They can never get enough satisfaction. They can never fill their bellies. They’re always hungry, always empty, always seeking it from the outside. That speaks to a part of us that I have and everybody in our society has, where we want satisfaction from the outside, where we’re empty, where we want to be soothed by something in the short term, but we can never feel that or fulfill that insatiety from the outside. The addicts are in that realm all the time. Most of us are in that realm some of the time. And my point really is, is that there’s no clear distinction between the identified addict and the rest of us. There’s just a continuum in which we all may be found. They’re on it, because they’ve suffered a lot more than most of us

The Wheel of Samsara Six Realms of Existence

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The Six Realms are an allegorical description of conditioned existence, or samsara, into which beings are reborn. The nature of one’s existence is determined by karma. Some realms seem more pleasant than others — heaven sounds preferable to hell — but all are dukkha, meaning they are temporary and imperfect.

The Six Realms often are illustrated by the Bhava Chakra, or Wheel of Life.

Please note that in some schools the realms of Devas and Asuras are combined, leaving five realms instead of six.

1. Deva-gati, the Realm of Devas (Gods) and Heavenly Beings

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In Buddhist tradition, the Deva realm is populated by godlike beings who enjoy great power, wealth and long life. They live in splendor and happiness. Yet even the Deva grow old and die. Further, their privilege and exalted status blind them to the suffering of others, so in spite of their long lives they have neither wisdom nor compassion. The privileged Deva will be reborn in another of the Six Realms.

2. Asura-gati, the Realm of Asura (Titans)

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The Asura are strong and powerful beings who are sometimes depicted as enemies of the Deva. Asura are marked by their fierce envy. The karma of hate and jealousy causes rebirth in the Asura Realm. Chih-i (538-597), a patriarch of the T’ien-t’ai school, described the Asura this way: “Always desiring to be superior to others, having no patience for inferiors and belittling strangers; like a hawk, flying high above and looking down on others, and yet outwardly displaying justice, worship, wisdom, and faith — this is raising up the lowest order of good and walking the way of the Asuras.” You may have known an Asura or two.

3. Preta-gati, the Realm of Hungry Ghosts

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Hungry ghosts (preta) are pictured as beings with huge, empty stomachs, but they have pinhole mouths, and their necks are so thin they cannot swallow. A hungry ghost is one who is always looking outside himself for the new thing that will satisfy the craving within. Hungry ghosts are characterized by insatiable hunger and craving. They are also associated with addiction, obsession and compulsion.

4. Naraka-gati, the Hell Realm

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As the name suggests, the Hell Realm is the most terrible of the Six Realms. Hell beings have a short fuse; everything makes them angry. And the only way hell beings deal with things that make them angry is through aggression — attack, attack, attack! They drive away anyone who shows them love and kindness and seek out the company of other hell beings. Unchecked anger and aggression can cause rebirth in the Hell Realm.

5. Tiryagyoni-gati, the Animal Realm

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Animal beings are marked by stupidity, prejudice and complacency. They live sheltered lives, avoiding discomfort or anything unfamiliar. Rebirth in the Animal Realm is conditioned by ignorance. People who are ignorant and content to remain so are likely headed for the Animal Realm, assuming they aren’t there already.

6. Manusya-gati, the Human Realm

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The Human Realm is the only realm of the six from which beings may escape samsara. Enlightenment is at hand in the Human Realm, yet only a few open their eyes and see it. Rebirth into the Human Realm is conditioned by passion, doubt and desire.

nothing to say

The last three years have been exhausting, draining, extraordinary enough to wilt the resolve of ten hearty souls.  I’m tired.

Today I’ve nothing to say about Korea, society, adoption, race, culture, or feminism. I’ve nothing to comment on other people’s blogs, or foreign community boards, or adoption support boards, to anyone in person,  in emails, on camera, in print. or  lecture.

I’m tired of it all.  I want to chuck it (not me) all over a cliff, send a burning arrow its direction, watch it engulf in flames, and watch its delicate charred ash float away on the prevailing winds.

I want my  memory erased.

I sat at the feet of my great grandfather Strong and watched as he slipped in and out of the past.  He was over 90 at the time.  Tears would roll down his face as he remembered the death of his daughter, who died of diptheria.  And then he would be in another time, having conversations with someone invisible but long gone, and then he’d remember they too had passed, and then he couldn’t remember who I was.

Memories are like that.  We remember the pain.   We remember the joys lost that cause us pain.  I want all my premature great grandpa Strong times erased.  I’m only 45.  Or 44.  Whatever.

Every new job, (40 of them) every new place, (26 of them) every new interest – has been an attempt to be reborn.  To be in the here and now and not dwell on the past or get overly preoccupied with future ambitions.  All very noble and yet all very lame, because they were really a running away from this thing I want to burn; culminating in being here where I started, which is the past, the present, and the future – all pressing in from all sides with centrifugal force.

I want to wake with the sun, have a rhythm to my days, sing out loud, have a day where no cloud crosses my brow.  But I’m stuck.  I’m stuck here in abandoned/adopted/abused land.  And I can’t get out.

I want the hell out.

I want at least a moment of sunshine and a spotless mind.

Please.  Before I no longer recognize the present.  Before all I am is a string of disordered painful memories.

Things to like about Korea post, interrupted…

By a call from my recruiter about the major corporation…

STRIKE THAT

25 calls/texts

25

25 today and 12 yesterday!

First, some background information on the continuing saga:

After telling the recruiters that their contract was worthless and that I didn’t want to work with their company anymore because I had no confidence in their business practices, I tell them no thanks, but that I’ll stick around for the interim while they look for a replacement.  (see how reasonable I am?)  They call and I get offered $5 more an hour and a promise they’ll find me more work the other three mornings if I’ll please stay.  Sounds like still not enough money and an empty promise.  Hmm.  Especially since, how can I accommodate the V.P.’s flakey schedule if they’ve found me other work for the mornings at the same time?  Hmm?  I tell them no, thank you.

Please excuse the mess of poor quotation punctuation – I’m still fuming…

The class gets canceled by the student, and then again the following day.  The following week, I get a call from Nadia the evening before asking me to come in an hour early.  I agree to go and then get another text telling me again that the class is going to be an hour earlier and three more text messages explaining why.  I put on my monkey suit (or as close as I can get to one) and go to where I’m supposed to rendevous with the teacher coordinator, who doesn’t show up.  I call and she tells me – class was canceled, I told you that!  (no.  it’s in black and white .  wasn’t told)  Naturally, I’m a little annoyed and admonish her – if she’s going to text me about something so important, to please not back-peddle with long explanations, but make it simple and clear, like “no class today.”

That afternoon, I start getting a WHOLE SERIES of (excuse me) ass kissing calls and texts, from Nadia, and then Jemma, her senior.  Then I get another call from some guy named Shawn, their senior, saying he will pay as if I went to class.  Shawn goes on to tell me how it’s not their fault, the V.P. is very busy, how important I am, yadda yadda yadda. Then they say that they would like to offer me pay equivalent to four classes (= 4 hours to keep about 12 hours open = still not much) to compensate for the shifting schedule and to please keep my mornings open, with a pay increase after three months.   I tell him they’re finally sounding somewhat reasonable, but that it doesn’t matter, I’ve been traumatized by my experience with them and no longer have faith in part-time positions:  I will find a full time job and leave at the earliest opportunity.  I’m only doing them a favor now, and please start looking for my replacement.

THEN – a few hours later I get another call from Shawn apologizing profusely and informing me that tomorrow’s class is canceled and – could I please change the class to Mondays and Wednesdays…please?  Just this once.   Now, now I lose it.

Look, I tell them.  I TOLD YOU from the first day that I was ONLY available on Thursdays and Fridays because I’m still working full time until the 11th of February. You knew that all the time.  What the heck are you doing promising things you can’t deliver?

He begs, he cajoles, he tries to get me to call in sick to work, etc.

Oh I see.  So you want me to lie to my real job?  How can you ask that?  Do you want your employees to lie to you?

He goes on again to explain how it’s not their fault, but the student is just very demanding, and wants what she wants when she wants it, and that if she doesn’t see the new teacher on Monday, then the recruiters are finished.  Because so many teachers have quit, she thinks the recruiters don’t manage their teachers well.  I am beginning to think the V.P. is much like me, tired of excuses, and probably there’s nothing unreasonable about her at all…

I tell him I’m sorry he’s painted himself into this corner,  but I really can’t help them.  Turns out they not only promised that I’d be there on Monday, but that they promised  the V.P. I’d also be willing to switch to Mondays and Wednesdays and be on call every morning.

He begs me to help him come up with a solution.  I tell him to have somebody else stand in for me, since I’ve STILL yet to have a class with the student.

No good.  The student picked me.

Well then, the V.P. will just have to take the class as scheduled or wait a week until my school is finished, just like any other person on the planet would have to do.

He says he will talk to his boss and H.R. at the V.P.’s company to see what to do. Next comes calls from Jemma.  Texts from Nicole.

I text her back that they have lost all dignity and ask her if they really want to live like this.

A We-care-about-you call and about the sixth we’re-worried-about-you text from Nicole and can she call me again later?

I tell her no for god’s sake don’t call!  Let me have my day back.

Call from Shawn practically begging.  I tell him the V.P. is right – they don’t manage their teachers well.  They have history with this woman and know her needs and instead of structuring the job assignment to accommodate her, they low ball the salary and attempt to trick and pressure the teacher into doing it instead.  I tell him AGAIN that they are bad businessmen and deserve what they get.  They should have told me up front what to expect, and they should only hire people who can accommodate what their client wants.  God, I’m sick of being an educator.

Well, he says, it’s too late now.  What do we do?  Can I call you again tonight?  NO! please no more calls from you people tonight.  Let me have a peaceful an evening to myself.

Against my better judgment, I call my school and ask if I can rearrange my schedule to accommodate these idiots.  I feel so wrong enabling them.  I just want to take a bath and get the hysterics to stop.  You know, I haven’t been paid anything yet for all this grief.  I absolutely can’t believe the lengths these people expect someone who wants a job to go to.  I can’t believe how many hours I’ve spent going to their office, being subjected to their ill-prepared, no-win humiliating training sessions, only to find out that they can’t find anybody who does what I already do just fine.  I tell them I want double the class fee.  In cash.  Before the lesson.  Or forget it.  They say what I want is no problem.

Of course, the calls/texts continue from all of them.  After about 20 of these calls, and one incredible email where Shawn offers me a monthly package that is LESS than the previous one offered, throwing in that it’s a 6 month contract,  I finally tell Shawn:  What part of DON’T CALL ME ANYMORE don’t you understand?  If I get ONE MORE CALL you can forget about this favor I’m doing – coming in for you after I’ve already quit.  This has crossed the line into harassment!  I already told you I’m looking for full time work and won’t be signing any long contract.

4 more calls and texts from Nicole, asking to talk over coffee.  I tell her please, I just want to do my job, be left alone, and to collect my money.  Just business.  Please don’t call me again.  So what does she do???  Yup.  SHE CALLS.  She just wants to have coffee and chat.  I finally told her,  “That’s it.  You can’t respect me and leave me in peace, so I won’t be coming in Monday.  DON’T CALL ME AGAIN.  I won’t answer the phone.”

1 more text from Nicole.  “but I’m just worried about you because I want to be your friend!

Oh – my – God.  Sorry this is so long, but you can not begin to imagine the whining, and long windy excuses, and disgusting sucking up that my poor ears have had to listen to today.   I’ve only relayed my business-only short and increasingly curt answers.  I agree to buy them time to find a solution and they repay me buy trying to trick me, manipulate me, and con me into more.  As if this is a relationship anybody would want to continue.

Shawn tried to reason with me once.  He says he spent a few years working in America and he understands that time is money.  But this is Korea.  I have to understand that they have to do what this very important person asks.  I tell him they had every opportunity to do just that in a professional manner, and that I have nothing to do with their mistakes.

Between all these calls, I am trying to organize a public event for TRACK and attend a meeting and talk with a person in Jeollanamdo about a real job and worry about my unpaid heating bill.  I am beginning to think I am like some Korean garbage magnet.  I just want to run away.

The phone is turned off, though, and it’s beautifully silent in my little basement apartment.  I’m going to watch a streaming movie and try and calm down.

Things to like about Korea

All of us (those I talk to) who are foreigners who are not white and not a couple living in Korea have to go through this exercise often just to stay afloat.  Here’s my list for today:

  • street vendors
  • the food
  • being able to purchase anything at the Family Mart convenience stores with your T-money transportation card when your bank account is empty and so are your pockets
  • public bathrooms everywhere, and I agree with my commenter, t-hype that the stall privacy here is superior to everything in the west.  Not only are the stalls gapless, as she mentions, but they are also not 6″ off the floor, but maybe 2,” so you also can’t see other people’s feet or they yours.  I mean – it’s REALLY private.  There are also miniature toilets in some special stalls for the kiddies, that look just like mom’s.

Post Interruption…

  • never having to write a check ever.