Or, My first day on the job
Okay, so maybe the title is a little bit misleading. After all, the day itself started just fine (other than the guy picking his nose across from me on the subway and the ajumma next to me on level 107 of Candy Crush-- I was on 29). All of us volunteers were supposed to arrive at Jongno YMCA at 10:30 am today, so of course I was there at 9:48 (I like to be early, sue me). So, I went and got coffee after standing around awkwardly for a few minutes. When I got back from that it was 10:22 and the other girls were there (except Finland; she starts work tomorrow, lucky girl!) Of course I started talking in a loud voice, paying no mind to the fact that chapel was going on right next door... (oops). Then, I was led away to my project (because I work in the YMCA building right next door). When I got there and was introduced, they had me sit down in a desk, and I have never felt more like the new kid on the block in my entire life. Everyone is at least slightly uncomfortable in a new situation, but I am the Queen of Awkward (seriously, I deserve a crown). Also, you don't know from awkward until you've been where I was today-- in a room full of people who all know each other and speak a language that you barely speak (and understand even less of), when nobody has told you what to do (so of course you sit there as silently as possible and draft a blog post...) To make matters worse, today I wore my new origami panda snap back and I kept fidgeting with it because I didn't know what to do with it (on, off, on off, put it on the desk-- If I put it on, is this disrespectful!?, Oh no, these people might think I did not make an effort to look nice since my hair defies gravity!....ahhhh!)
***WE INTERRUPT YOUR IRREGULARLY SCHEDULED BLOG POST TO BRING YOU THIS ANNOUNCEMENT~ THE ANIMATED VEGGIES AND RAINDROPS IN FARM HEROES SAGA ARE RIDICULOUSLY CREEPY. WHAT ARE WE TEACHING OUR CHILDREN?! THANK YOU.***
Anyway, I was so nervous to meet the boss and make a good first impression that my hands were shaking. I kept on jumping every time someone entered or exited the room, scared that upon meeting the boss I would do something embarrassing like miraculously speak Klingon or greet him in Arabic. However, I met the boss and the big boss without a hitch and lunch was great (even if there was a tentacle in my cucumber kimchi and the soup I thought was some water and rice mixture lit my uvula up like a match). My coworkers are all really awesome people (so far), and I may get to teach a kids self- defense class (yay).
Also, last night the whole family went to Costco. The funniest things were seeing the "Kirkland" brand written in English and the fact that most of the meat was imported from Aussie land. The Korean Costco food court has bulgogi bakes as well as chicken bakes, and some kind of strange mushroom soup, AND THEY GIVE REAL PLATES AND METAL FORKS& KNIVES TO EAT WITH!!!! (I guess that people here don't walk out with them under their arms like people would in the US...) There were also a bunch of interesting products and samples (even one of beer!) But, the sample that killed me was the fresh mozzarella with some balsamic vinegar (I died. I once drank a shot of balsmaic vinegar, it makes my complete. Take that Ms. Traditional Korean Doctor, I don't need a boyfriend with a good sense of humor, I just need my balsamic) Honestly, my life would not be the same without neon yellow, chocolate, musical theater, balsamic vinegar.... and tumblr and youtube, I guess.
The way home was okay. I got on a subway that I was not sure would get to my stop, but it did!!! However, across from me (again) was someone picking their nose, but this time it was an elderly woman with a bag of dried chiles bigger than her and her husband's combined masses. (I guess she earned the right to pick her nose). The downside is that I had to pee... really really bad. In fact, it was so awful that I peed my pants right outside the door of the apartment. I was mortified. (In fact, I peed my dress, because I was not wearing any pants; I know, scandalous!). However, no one but me was home, so I was saved other than some weird looks from the dog (and then I did laundry and washed the floor; crisis averted).
The end. Don't judge me too hard, we have all had our embarrassing moments.
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