So this is like my 2nd blog post in 6 years? Something like that? I've noticed that my "readership" hit a spike in the last month or so and I'll have to conclude...
I'M A FRIGGIN' STAR
Que C.C. Catch (or Madonna, whichever's yr flavor) and 80s cocaine chic in all of its gaudy glory.
Ok, so I'm on my .....what is it-my 5th? 6th? month on the job hunt back to Korea and booyyy am I tired.
What I've learned. Yellow face <<<<< white face. This sounds utterly self-hating or whatever, but apparently, accd to recruiters and many, many people on the forum, "they'd do the same." Ugh.
(Ok, I have to turn the music off and will choose not to inundate the general blogosphere with another annoying page with annoying music set on autoplay)
Again, the 6th month. I've easily sent out hundreds of applications, inquiries, etc so far and I've heard back from 3 schools- one who was looking for someone in country, another who actually won't need anyone until much, much later (although the schools seems cool), and the most recent, of which I've found several ...let's say troubling reviews pertaining to their finances in foot form (like Italy) and my yellow ass (rather, potentially my yellow ass if I did sign up; the all-knowing foot does not discriminate).
Ouch.
Tangential note- tangents like above are probably why certain parties at my current place of work (how elusive am I!) are probably why dude keeps on asking whether or not I'm "on my medication." Blerg- at least dude's interesting
So, so, so.
The zen koan chant.
Where is this all directed toward? Like, I could probably stay and position myself into a solid resume-builder, but is this what I want? Easily, no. What I want has as much security as life as a trapeze-artist or an aspiring hunger artist. And then there's her.
Her- The ruination of men and nations throughout history. Say what you will, but never has anyone wielded as much power to topple nations with but a fluttering of the eyes and lashes. Lashes do hurt, but that perspective's more likely than not a function of bias and that whole "writer of history" thing where the lashes weren't applied with mascara and batted like a "floozy" (and yes- totally bringing "floozy" back), but rather with long strips of leather that nipped at the backs of both gender alike. So to power the blame lies.
Right now, from my eye, the powers that be have flooded the market with 1) more Korean-friendly Korean-"Americans" (many of whom to me seem as American as bulgogi before the taco) and 2) faces as white as Asian death - both of whom has been displaced and "forced" into the private sector. And then there's me- sibilant, thus regarded as background noise; radiant and lambent, but beset by plaster and paint in close-quarters; howling mad and seething. Am I?
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