the Night is Young

Ok. So I'm doing it. Blogging. And semi-publicizing it. A big leap. For a big foot. Which, apparently (according to CNN) is real. ! Right.

So, generally speaking, I keep my hassles, etc. to myself when I'm in it, saved like steam for a later time to vent and release. Explode. But its a year of new things so I'm gonna try something new. Well, somewhat. I believe the right to privacy is guaranteed and I aim on holding them to their warranty. This also means that I'm killing my old entries. (They weren't THAT interesting anyway) Plus, I figures, you'll read if you want. Me bitching, whining, emo-ing, being excited, etc. etc. And I probably won't keep regular at this because...well yeah. You've been disclaimed.

So to date, I've managed a position at Linyi and one possible in Changchun. For something wrangled in 2 weeks time, I'm fairly content. But the one in Linyi seems sketchy, so I'm treading softly here, carrying a 2x4. My contact, a HR, is attempting to seduce me with pleasantries and, from what I gather, BS threats into accepting this gig as is. As soon as I mentioned that I wanted to see a signed copy of the amended contract, she "advises" me to start looking for tickets. Also, originally, girl (the HR) wanted me to go there sans contract. Right. Supposedly, I've gotten a few of the amendments I wanted to this contract. I'll believe it when I see it. And I suppose they're petty things really. Like a working visa, a paydate, contractual provisions so that I'm not exploited/fucked over. You know, the little things. I suppose I'm greedy. The loopholes are the size of your mom's....well, we won't go there. Anyway, with a little pressure, a little skill and tons of luck, I'll be able to get a few more of those little things I want. Survival's a bitch.

Don't mind you me. I'm shaking the 8-ball and signs say yes. Leaving on a jet plane...super excited. Super.

Plans, if this cat happens to fall on its feet - figure out the teaching thing. Locals. Stuff. Start looking for a volunteerin' gig there at the med university. Learn survival Mandarin. LIVE. Plan to visit Anhui Province and perhaps get a temp gig there for a week or so. (See this or this) CHILL. Possibly visit Mt. Tai and Shanghai. Visit the old roomie (Wei ? That's you, Eric! *evil snicker*) uhhh, thats all I have for now.

I think that a year away from the conditions here set by the baby-boomers, corporate American and post-immigrant/minority blues will do me good. Breaking borders, lacking benjamins. Fuck.

I still gotta hunt for an apt. for the 'rents. It looks like it might not happen 'cuz my arms are stretched thin and they reaaaaally are not motivated, but who knows. Worth a try and a piece of my back.

LORs. Still need those.

A double stack. Mmm, I could use those.

What else...ug. This is gettin' to be a problem. I suppose I'll remember eventually. I need sleep.

So here I am on Eric and Shane's couch at 5 a.m., eating ice cream. Chess. Negotiating with Linyi. Waiting on Changchun. Coolin' out to Halou and the Howling Bells. Sleeping on pins and cushions. Listening to things that go bump in the night. All under the moonlight.

And I suppose that this is gonna be something or a whole lotta nothin'.

Peace.