"We Gotta Get Out of This Place" The Animals
In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
Oh yes I know it
(Yeah!) He's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every night and day
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true, yeah
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know it
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey, yeah
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
I know he's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every day baby
(Yeah!) Whoa!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Somewhere baby, somehow I know it
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too
---
I found a number on my caller ID with 11 digits instead of 10. I did a reverse lookup and it came from South Korea, which can mean only one thing, and that is my canvassing of a few dozen countries with rsums over the weekend has been time well spent.
Hillbilly boy says, Yeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!
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Well, another TESOL placement agency called and told me he will be setting me up for interviews with some Korean companies tonight! It would be quite an understatement to say that I have butterflies in my stomach. I have not wanted something so much since I fell in love with my wife. Jasus, listen to me. I have never been up for any job that I considered anything but being in the doldrums. Sure, I wanted to be a professor, but there were years of grad school between me and that job at the best of times. I have never been sitting around twiddling my thumbs waiting for an interview coming within the next few hours for a job with any kind of respect associated with it. Jasus, I am nervous.
I also got an e-mail back from one of the Berlitz centers in Mexico. They arent hiring, but they sent me all their additional application materials; I suppose that means that they are solidly interested. This is another first, or at least a first time in a long time. I have had taxi companies in the past ten years that were very interested in improving their own image and saw me as white, clean-cut, and a speaker of English. The Arabs are usually much harder working, so they were shooting themselves in the foot by submitting to the customers prejudices. Corporate jobs here, even shit data-entry and call-center jobs from temp agencies have always been very condescending to me, as they are to anyone, like they are really doing anyone a favor. It may be arrogant and elitist of me to say this, but I did not spend my entire life and well over a hundred thousand dollars in educating myself so that I could get the same job that I could have gotten out of high school. I want to put my education to use.
OK, so teaching English abroad is a wank job that any putz English major, who spent all of his time in the fraternity house drinking, could get. Well, psych majors aint no better than English majors, for one. Two, I have managed to royally screw up everything in my life since I graduated college. I got a few good opportunities in the early 90s and fucked them all up. I have never gotten any chance at all since then. So, if things turn out like I hope with this and I get hired, I guarantee you that I will become the most suit-and-tie guy in the world. I already resemble Mr. Rogers in my style of dress, so that is not a problem for me. Getting up everyday and going to work with a smile on my face will be a big change. I think I can do that here.
Another change, perhaps one worthy of the evening news, is that I am really hoping to get a position teaching children. I have written about my erupting breeders instinct a lot here in my journal, so maybe it is not new in that sense, but I have only been journaling here for a few years. I never thought much about having a child myself prior to my 30s. I did not object to having a single child, though I had and still have massive problems with having more than one. Having a child just seemed so unrealistic, financially and otherwise. All the same things matter to me now, but I am absolutely driven too overcome what stands in my way. Now that I can choose the sex of my child, there is no question in my mind I will have a daughter of my own or die! If I can get a job working with children, I feel it will help better prepare me for having my own. But also, the photos of the wee Korean school-children just make me go positively girly with maternal glee. OK, so Im oddly girly at most times, especially for a very big man with a very masculine appearance, but this is different. It would be one thing if I felt paternal and protective, but that is not my instinct. That might be how I am with women, unfortunately, but not with children. I am very maternal and nurturing with children. I like to make them things and I like to cook for them. Maybe I like to cook so much because I dont have breasts. My psychology is so weird.
So, will I be the happy expat? I wish expatriot was a real word; it so expresses me. Actually, I was never much of a patriot since my days in the Cub Scouts, so I cannot say I hope to become an ex-patriot. However, like I always say, my whole life I have been told to love it or leave it. No one ever expects that anyone will actually do it, but Americans expatriate all the time. The fifth largest immigrant population in Canada, for instance, is American. I think many of them leave for purely economic reasons, but some substantial number leave in part for political protest, in part because they dont like the American way of life. This is not unheard of, it is just ignored, because there is no greater form of protest.
Reality is that I can have everything I have failed to achieve in America by going abroad. Even with my considerable failures, my successes are still worth something in other countries. Perhaps I am being optimistic, but I have always felt more at home with immigrant communities in this country, so why would I feel so out of place abroad. If I can get into China, now, that will be cool. I know relatively little about Korea. I dont have any reason to dislike Korea, like I do Japan, mostly because Japan never culturally appealed to me. I simply know nothing about Korea. It will be quite an adventure. I have had little adventure to speak of in a long time, and this will be one of the greatest adventures of my life.
I must say, though, I am worried about my kitty. Most schools in Asia dont want to deal with pets. Sometimes this is because of quarantine problems. Personally, I feel Nerri will survive three weeks in quarantine. For all the sacrifices I have made for him, he could sit in a cage and eat Special Kitty for three weeks. Three weeks of a crap diet is not going to hurt him, so long as I start him back on his normal, high quality regimen when he gets out. Anyway, Korea does not have any quarantine, so I dont know why there is a problem. I have read that, if you dont tell the employer, its not a problem. That is what I plan to do. I can leave him with my mother while I go over and get settled, and then have her ship him to me. So long as I am prepared to pay off the apartment manager to work things out, I dont foresee any big problems. Its not like he has to have a visa or anything.
Blaaaaaaaah! I wish they would call.
In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
Oh yes I know it
(Yeah!) He's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every night and day
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true, yeah
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know it
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey, yeah
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
I know he's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every day baby
(Yeah!) Whoa!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Somewhere baby, somehow I know it
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too
---
I found a number on my caller ID with 11 digits instead of 10. I did a reverse lookup and it came from South Korea, which can mean only one thing, and that is my canvassing of a few dozen countries with rsums over the weekend has been time well spent.
Hillbilly boy says, Yeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!
---
Well, another TESOL placement agency called and told me he will be setting me up for interviews with some Korean companies tonight! It would be quite an understatement to say that I have butterflies in my stomach. I have not wanted something so much since I fell in love with my wife. Jasus, listen to me. I have never been up for any job that I considered anything but being in the doldrums. Sure, I wanted to be a professor, but there were years of grad school between me and that job at the best of times. I have never been sitting around twiddling my thumbs waiting for an interview coming within the next few hours for a job with any kind of respect associated with it. Jasus, I am nervous.
I also got an e-mail back from one of the Berlitz centers in Mexico. They arent hiring, but they sent me all their additional application materials; I suppose that means that they are solidly interested. This is another first, or at least a first time in a long time. I have had taxi companies in the past ten years that were very interested in improving their own image and saw me as white, clean-cut, and a speaker of English. The Arabs are usually much harder working, so they were shooting themselves in the foot by submitting to the customers prejudices. Corporate jobs here, even shit data-entry and call-center jobs from temp agencies have always been very condescending to me, as they are to anyone, like they are really doing anyone a favor. It may be arrogant and elitist of me to say this, but I did not spend my entire life and well over a hundred thousand dollars in educating myself so that I could get the same job that I could have gotten out of high school. I want to put my education to use.
OK, so teaching English abroad is a wank job that any putz English major, who spent all of his time in the fraternity house drinking, could get. Well, psych majors aint no better than English majors, for one. Two, I have managed to royally screw up everything in my life since I graduated college. I got a few good opportunities in the early 90s and fucked them all up. I have never gotten any chance at all since then. So, if things turn out like I hope with this and I get hired, I guarantee you that I will become the most suit-and-tie guy in the world. I already resemble Mr. Rogers in my style of dress, so that is not a problem for me. Getting up everyday and going to work with a smile on my face will be a big change. I think I can do that here.
Another change, perhaps one worthy of the evening news, is that I am really hoping to get a position teaching children. I have written about my erupting breeders instinct a lot here in my journal, so maybe it is not new in that sense, but I have only been journaling here for a few years. I never thought much about having a child myself prior to my 30s. I did not object to having a single child, though I had and still have massive problems with having more than one. Having a child just seemed so unrealistic, financially and otherwise. All the same things matter to me now, but I am absolutely driven too overcome what stands in my way. Now that I can choose the sex of my child, there is no question in my mind I will have a daughter of my own or die! If I can get a job working with children, I feel it will help better prepare me for having my own. But also, the photos of the wee Korean school-children just make me go positively girly with maternal glee. OK, so Im oddly girly at most times, especially for a very big man with a very masculine appearance, but this is different. It would be one thing if I felt paternal and protective, but that is not my instinct. That might be how I am with women, unfortunately, but not with children. I am very maternal and nurturing with children. I like to make them things and I like to cook for them. Maybe I like to cook so much because I dont have breasts. My psychology is so weird.
So, will I be the happy expat? I wish expatriot was a real word; it so expresses me. Actually, I was never much of a patriot since my days in the Cub Scouts, so I cannot say I hope to become an ex-patriot. However, like I always say, my whole life I have been told to love it or leave it. No one ever expects that anyone will actually do it, but Americans expatriate all the time. The fifth largest immigrant population in Canada, for instance, is American. I think many of them leave for purely economic reasons, but some substantial number leave in part for political protest, in part because they dont like the American way of life. This is not unheard of, it is just ignored, because there is no greater form of protest.
Reality is that I can have everything I have failed to achieve in America by going abroad. Even with my considerable failures, my successes are still worth something in other countries. Perhaps I am being optimistic, but I have always felt more at home with immigrant communities in this country, so why would I feel so out of place abroad. If I can get into China, now, that will be cool. I know relatively little about Korea. I dont have any reason to dislike Korea, like I do Japan, mostly because Japan never culturally appealed to me. I simply know nothing about Korea. It will be quite an adventure. I have had little adventure to speak of in a long time, and this will be one of the greatest adventures of my life.
I must say, though, I am worried about my kitty. Most schools in Asia dont want to deal with pets. Sometimes this is because of quarantine problems. Personally, I feel Nerri will survive three weeks in quarantine. For all the sacrifices I have made for him, he could sit in a cage and eat Special Kitty for three weeks. Three weeks of a crap diet is not going to hurt him, so long as I start him back on his normal, high quality regimen when he gets out. Anyway, Korea does not have any quarantine, so I dont know why there is a problem. I have read that, if you dont tell the employer, its not a problem. That is what I plan to do. I can leave him with my mother while I go over and get settled, and then have her ship him to me. So long as I am prepared to pay off the apartment manager to work things out, I dont foresee any big problems. Its not like he has to have a visa or anything.
Blaaaaaaaah! I wish they would call.
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