It finally arrived. My last day in Korea. Some 2.5 years in Korea is a long time and I shall miss my beloved Korean experience. I am, however, ready to move forward to new adventures awaiting in greener, more pleasant smelling pastures on the rainy little island I regard as my real home. Happily, I am excited to be moving back to the UK tomorrow. Nervous, yes - a little, but mostly excited.
This blog was the fulfillment of a mere desire to blog about life in Korea. I truly wish I had started this blog when I first arrived. Oh well. I guess this will be my last entry as I am not much of an avid blogger, so I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my lovely friends for reading my blog...but more importantly, for affecting my life the way you do. I love you guys. All the best and enjoy wherever your life takes you and MOST IMPORTANTLY keep in touch via Facebook lolxxx
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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Monday, March 8, 2010
Usually
I don't mention emotional mishaps when I blog, but today I feel inspired to fill you all in on last night's miserable farewell dinner.
As many of you know, last night I had my farewell dinner with work colleagues. They all complained about the ridiculously expensive menu, and how they would not frequent the restaurant in the future. How rude I thought, but, alas the complaints proved to be the least of my worries that evening.
Seating was most unfortunate. In front of me sat the 'big boss': quite hilarious; great at putting people in uncomfortable situations solely for the purpose of comedy value. To the left of me sat the ruthless, back-stabbing team leader (assist. manager in the West). Hated by all. To my right was my nemesis. A vindictive man who suffers from short man syndrome. He never sits next to me. In fact, he often does not attend events I attend. Yes, he really does dislike me that much. With him being sat so close, I knew something was brewing, and that this brew would ruin my dinner. Indeed, I was not wrong.
As it transpired, my nemesis was made to apologise for his treatment toward me on the basis of chaemyun (saving MY face). This proved virtually impossible for him. As I watched him squirm in his seat, and proclaim: 'This is awkward', I felt sad. Sad at his discomfort, and sad that he resents me to the point of causing the discomfort.
To relieve some of his agony, I felt the need to save his face by apologising first. (I am his female subordinate after all.) As I began to speak, the room fell deathly silent. Jaws were agape. Certain that my colleagues assumed I was going to hurl abuse at him, I immediately stated, 'I would like to apologise first for any offense I've caused...'. As Mr B reluctantly accepted my apology (for the offense I am certain I did NOT cause), he promptly turned to me and tersely retorted, 'It is nothing personal. I do not hate you. I simply hate the way the average Korean treats Westerners'. Some embarrassed giggles from other colleagues followed.
Things couldn't get worse, was my thinking. My dinner by this point was already ruined and I hadn't even yet had one bite. But yes, yes they did...
As Korean chaebol customs go, when a person leaves the company the colleagues are invited to say a few kind words followed by a toast. Most of the colleagues I have worked with over the past two years have moved departments or left the company, so the comments were ultimately coming from strangers.
One colleague told me he had been ashamed of his writing ability because I had trashed a few of his papers, but wished me well regardless (that made everything better - NOT). The one who invited me on the 'secret' date declined. Thankfully. And the others were half-hearted. The only one who would have said nice words, was the secretary and she spoke in bloody Korean!! I got the gist of it, and she did say nice things, happily.
On a lighter note, they did present me with a lovely plaque as a token of appreciation. Fortunatley, I didn't dare tell them that they should have let me proof-read the inscription before presenting me with it...
As many of you know, last night I had my farewell dinner with work colleagues. They all complained about the ridiculously expensive menu, and how they would not frequent the restaurant in the future. How rude I thought, but, alas the complaints proved to be the least of my worries that evening.
Seating was most unfortunate. In front of me sat the 'big boss': quite hilarious; great at putting people in uncomfortable situations solely for the purpose of comedy value. To the left of me sat the ruthless, back-stabbing team leader (assist. manager in the West). Hated by all. To my right was my nemesis. A vindictive man who suffers from short man syndrome. He never sits next to me. In fact, he often does not attend events I attend. Yes, he really does dislike me that much. With him being sat so close, I knew something was brewing, and that this brew would ruin my dinner. Indeed, I was not wrong.
As it transpired, my nemesis was made to apologise for his treatment toward me on the basis of chaemyun (saving MY face). This proved virtually impossible for him. As I watched him squirm in his seat, and proclaim: 'This is awkward', I felt sad. Sad at his discomfort, and sad that he resents me to the point of causing the discomfort.
To relieve some of his agony, I felt the need to save his face by apologising first. (I am his female subordinate after all.) As I began to speak, the room fell deathly silent. Jaws were agape. Certain that my colleagues assumed I was going to hurl abuse at him, I immediately stated, 'I would like to apologise first for any offense I've caused...'. As Mr B reluctantly accepted my apology (for the offense I am certain I did NOT cause), he promptly turned to me and tersely retorted, 'It is nothing personal. I do not hate you. I simply hate the way the average Korean treats Westerners'. Some embarrassed giggles from other colleagues followed.
Things couldn't get worse, was my thinking. My dinner by this point was already ruined and I hadn't even yet had one bite. But yes, yes they did...
As Korean chaebol customs go, when a person leaves the company the colleagues are invited to say a few kind words followed by a toast. Most of the colleagues I have worked with over the past two years have moved departments or left the company, so the comments were ultimately coming from strangers.
One colleague told me he had been ashamed of his writing ability because I had trashed a few of his papers, but wished me well regardless (that made everything better - NOT). The one who invited me on the 'secret' date declined. Thankfully. And the others were half-hearted. The only one who would have said nice words, was the secretary and she spoke in bloody Korean!! I got the gist of it, and she did say nice things, happily.
On a lighter note, they did present me with a lovely plaque as a token of appreciation. Fortunatley, I didn't dare tell them that they should have let me proof-read the inscription before presenting me with it...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Reasons to be Cheerful...
I am having an incredible day of contentness because:
1. Today is the first day of my last week as the only (lonely) Westerner at NACF
2. Tonight I have my leaving (Thai) dinner at one of my fave restaurants in Seoul
3. I have less than two weeks left teaching ADD Child (the daily accostments will soon be no more)
4. I have only one more weekend left to live it up in Seoul
5. Next week I will shop (as much as budget allows), relax, sleep and spend some last min quality time with friends
6. This Fri I will be chilling in a spa at the W Hotel
7. I've done all (and more) than I set out to accomplish in Korea
8. I've made great friends
9. I've finally conquered the Asian continent...S.America and Africa next
10. My life is pretty awesome
Ian Dury & The Blockheads really would be proud of my Reasons to be Cheerful:)
1. Today is the first day of my last week as the only (lonely) Westerner at NACF
2. Tonight I have my leaving (Thai) dinner at one of my fave restaurants in Seoul
3. I have less than two weeks left teaching ADD Child (the daily accostments will soon be no more)
4. I have only one more weekend left to live it up in Seoul
5. Next week I will shop (as much as budget allows), relax, sleep and spend some last min quality time with friends
6. This Fri I will be chilling in a spa at the W Hotel
7. I've done all (and more) than I set out to accomplish in Korea
8. I've made great friends
9. I've finally conquered the Asian continent...S.America and Africa next
10. My life is pretty awesome
Ian Dury & The Blockheads really would be proud of my Reasons to be Cheerful:)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Kicked to the curb...
I've never been a fan of Murphy's law: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". I always regarded Murphy as a pessimist, and more to the point: Who the hell is Murphy anyway? As I get older however, I have to hand it to Mr Murphy- he may have a point with things going wrong - especially at the last minute.
After two years of working for a Korean bank, I have recently been counting my lucky stars for not being sexually harassed too much. Specifically, I have been relishing the fact that I have been tactful enough not to step on any of my colleagues' toes when letting them know that being MBA (Married But Available) is of no interest to me whatsoever. They seemed to get it - even respect it.
So with less than two weeks to go until I jump this corporate ship, I have started to relax. I have become more communicative, and have even begun to joke with my colleagues; I figured I will surely, no longer be perceived as a Western 'good time girl'. WRONG. Oh my, how wrong could I have been???
Yesterday, as I was leaving the office for the day I got approached by the new investment banker in the Dept. He asked me to dinner last week and I agreed as I was under the impression others would join us. WRONG AGAIN. He informed me to 'not tell anyone, as it was just us going'. Just US...as in a DATE??? The guy may be MBA but I am NFW going on a date with a family man - even if he does have dapper sense of fashion.
The dinner invitation put me in a bit of a predicament. Would I: a) go for dinner and let him down gently by telling him I'm a lesbian, or b) confront things head on by telling him that he's waaaaaaaaaaay out of order. It took me a while to figure out what I'd do. After all, this is Korea - where paternalistic management prevails, and chaemyoun (saving face) is EVERYTHING. That being said, I am not Korean, and I don't give a damn about chaemyoun. Korea is a highly Confucian society, and the Confucian Golden Rule is: ''Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." I would be devastated if my man was having dinner with other women, so I had no option but to decline.
I wrote a note to him as I do not have his email, and didn't dare approach him in person. It read:
''Thank you for the dinner invitation. Unfortunately, I must decline as I do not think it appropriate for us to go to dinner alone''.
He replied (in note form):
''Ruth, There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding. But I fully understand why you're thinking like that. I admit my behaviour can be misleading to you. Anyhow, I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. Have a good one!''
**Since we exchanged notes, we have avoided all forms of communication and unnecessary eye contact. I expect that this will continue until I leave next week.
So there you have it ladies. Korean men are more temperamental than the female form, and yes...like men in general, they too have a problem with avoiding personal accountability!!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Hospital Happy Days
Recently I was gloating gleefully about how in my 26 years of gracing planet Earth I have never stayed in hospital. Planet Earth and her friend Fate must have heard my prideful utterances, and it would appear my words tempted dear Fate because here I am writing this entry from a hospital room in an obscure Seoul Medical Center branch somewhere east of Seoul near Ogum station.
Three days of drips, jabs in the arse and plain and simple boredom have yet to cure me of the mere cold I came in for, and the kidney infection I did not come in for (having not been aware I was suffering from any kidney abnormalities or the likes).
I am the token white person in the hospital; I am mightily disgruntled that my cold is still keeping me awake at night; and I am earnestly hoping my hospital fees are covered by my company otherwise I really will be up the creek without so much as a spoon for a paddle (eating untensils aren't provided in this hospital FYI).
Three days of drips, jabs in the arse and plain and simple boredom have yet to cure me of the mere cold I came in for, and the kidney infection I did not come in for (having not been aware I was suffering from any kidney abnormalities or the likes).
I am the token white person in the hospital; I am mightily disgruntled that my cold is still keeping me awake at night; and I am earnestly hoping my hospital fees are covered by my company otherwise I really will be up the creek without so much as a spoon for a paddle (eating untensils aren't provided in this hospital FYI).
Monday, January 25, 2010
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