Still at the office on a Friday night...now Saturday morning. Eating the other half of my $35 meal...Squid Ink Risotto from Grove Lounge. It's cold now. And it's a little on the fishy side, but I figure the Koreans probably like it this way.
Korean women (maybe men too, but haven't been in their bathroom) brush their teeth after lunch every day, and keep a toothbrush at the office. Actually, I was puzzled at first when I saw tubes of toothpaste at the bathroom sinks, and I thought someone must have left it there. But I think it's actually provided by the company or the building and there are multiple tubes of the same toothpaste at both sink areas on either side of the women's room. I see many of the secretaries keep their toothbrush in a cup in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. I don't brush my teeth after lunch. I feel like an uncivilized monster, only brushing my teeth twice a day, as recommended by the ADA.
Then, I wonder what Korean women (and possibly men) do after they go out to dinner? Do they carry a toothbrush around?
Friday, September 6, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Longest 2 Months of my Life
It's been the longest two months of my life. Three if you count June.
I had other strange Korean things list, but I'll do that later. It's 3:15 am here in Seoul, fyi. I'm still at work, fyi. And I wish with all my might that I was back in the US, whatever job I'd have at this point. Probably the same ADA position in Savannah, trying to get back to Atl, maybe weaseling my way into a Solicitor General's Office in the Atl metro area.
I signed a 24 month contract, and I've completed 2 of those 24 months. But I feel like it should be more than that. I am so tired. I am so lonely and often heartbroken. And as he inches away, the chasm in my heart grows. I kept telling myself that I need to wait it out, give it a fair chance, but I keep wondering, still, if I've made a prudent choice. Did I allow myself to be wooed by the siren call of a biglaw job, the title of an "international" lawyer? Perhaps. Is 2 months long enough, fair enough for me to judge the situation? Or need I wait a few more months before I make up my mind?
I've accepted long ago that I'll never have a true home on this earth. Since then, more recently, I've longed for a home of a different kind, something, someone, to anchor me to a location, to give me a reason to stay instead of flitting away to the next destination. I'm just so tired, and I think if my heart had a home, it won't be so bad that my body doesn't have a home.
I had other strange Korean things list, but I'll do that later. It's 3:15 am here in Seoul, fyi. I'm still at work, fyi. And I wish with all my might that I was back in the US, whatever job I'd have at this point. Probably the same ADA position in Savannah, trying to get back to Atl, maybe weaseling my way into a Solicitor General's Office in the Atl metro area.
I signed a 24 month contract, and I've completed 2 of those 24 months. But I feel like it should be more than that. I am so tired. I am so lonely and often heartbroken. And as he inches away, the chasm in my heart grows. I kept telling myself that I need to wait it out, give it a fair chance, but I keep wondering, still, if I've made a prudent choice. Did I allow myself to be wooed by the siren call of a biglaw job, the title of an "international" lawyer? Perhaps. Is 2 months long enough, fair enough for me to judge the situation? Or need I wait a few more months before I make up my mind?
I've accepted long ago that I'll never have a true home on this earth. Since then, more recently, I've longed for a home of a different kind, something, someone, to anchor me to a location, to give me a reason to stay instead of flitting away to the next destination. I'm just so tired, and I think if my heart had a home, it won't be so bad that my body doesn't have a home.
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