Adventures in Rhythm …

Some of you may be a bit bemused by the title of this post. Everyone know I have no rhythm. However, one of the things I really enjoy about the job I have is that every semester, the rhythm of my life changes. Every semester, I get a new schedule, and the first week or two are quite hectic: finding classrooms hidden in different buildings around campus, meeting new students, finding times to fit in things like lunch and the gym. In the midst of this semi-annual upheaval, patterns start to develop, and the rhythm of each week starts to take on a distinct beat. As I’m focusing on getting stuff done, and remembering where I’m supposed to be at what time, I start to notice certain things just seem to be happening at certain times. This autumn, I have discovered a new rhythm that I really enjoy. After I get home from my last class each day, I put the kettle on. While the water is boiling, I change into my comfy house-clothes and prepare my teapot. As the tea is steeping, I either water the plants or hang up a load of laundry. As I sip my cup of tea, I take out my school folder, and finish any residual bits of paperwork I’ve left floating about all day in “I’ll Do It Later Land”. Then I finish my tea as I shut down my work-brain and rev up my groovin’ and chillin’ brain. Last week, as I was discovering this new ritual which had found its way into my days, I thought to myself “What a lovely way to remember to water the plants!”

An aside: Yesterday was the first day in over a week that we saw the sun. It’s been pouring rain everyday since the semester started at the end of August. That’s quite something, considering July is the rainy season.

Things I Never Thought…

Yes, I know I’ve been quite un-post-ish for the past . I’ve been enjoying a fantastic trip home, but thought I’d better sit down and share with you some precious moments from my conversations with my niece and nephew. Over the past week, I’ve said some things I never thought I’d say. I’m particularly amazed that each utterance was actually context appropriate.

1. “Logan, watch where you’re pointing that unicorn.” This was spoken only seconds before the inflatable unicorn Logan won at the fair found its way into the unsuspecting crotch of a man walking by.

2. “Kaitlyn, I’m having trouble throwing a cotton-ball at the dolphin with a unicorn in my hand.” What, you can’t figure out the context of this one? We were playing cotton-ball baseball using the inflatable fair prizes as bats, of course.

3. (My personal favourite.) “Logan, please don’t lick my cheese bag.” That one’s pretty straight forward, and means exactly what it says.

Adventures in Murphy and His Dumb Law…

Most of the time, my experiences with the service industry in Korea have been quite pleasant. These past couple of weeks though have sent my angry “Grrrrrr-o-Meter” soaring.

Episode 1:
I went downtown to Cell-Phone Alley with my friend HeeJin to get a new cell phone. It’s a whole street lined with shops that sell cells. They all look pretty much the same, and sell exactly the same phones. The first shop we entered showed me a model with the features I wanted (English menu, Korean-English dictionary) and told me it would cost $192. The second shop we entered flatly said they wouldn’t sell a phone to a foreigner. The third shop said they could terminate my contract with my current company (even though the phone was in a Korean friend’s name), sign me up with a new company, and give me a new (very sweet) phone for free!

Competition between the 3 major cell phone companies is so stiff, that they’re giving new phones away for free if people change carriers. Needless to say, I switched carriers, got a snazzy new phone…and discovered the next day that it didn’t have a dictionary. Since that was the only feature I’d actually asked for, HeeJin called the shop to report the problem. We were told to bring it back sometime that week and exchange it, so we made the 1.5 hour trip (one-way) on Wednesday night, only to have the guy tell us the promotion was over for the month, and he couldn’t do anything about it until June. Luckily, June started on Friday. We made the trip again on Saturday, only to discover that in order to get another phone, I’d have to switch carriers again…to a company that won’t let a foreigner have a phone in their own name.

To make a loooooong, frustrating story short, I now have another new phone, with the company I started with, and still not in my name.

Whew, that story took longer than I thought. Episode 2 will have to wait. (Episode 2 is also not resolved yet, so I might wait until the story has an ending.)