We understand people on the other side (of the ocean, of the window, of the divide) but they aren’t us.
We know very clearly who we want to be; but very vaguely who we are. This is my ode to my chingus, the people who let me be me.
I’ve been there so often in my life that it’s almost become a horrible mantra in my head. That feeling of not being good enough for the people close to you. That feeling of being a failure to them. Of disappointing them with everything you are. Well guess what? Stop thinking like that.
Canada continues, year after year, to fall at the bottom of the pile in terms of services (call, text and data) and fees, according to the OECD. And we all know who the culprits are: big Canadian telecom companies like Rogers, Bell and Telus. Earlier this year, they even raised the prices due to an already fairly weak Canadian dollar (the loonie) taking a turn for the worst. But who’s the victim here? They want you to think it’s them.
Getting fired is never fun. I only got fired once in my life, and that was definitely not the exception to the rule. If anything, I pretty much couldn’t feel a thing as it was happening. I barely remember the moment I was told I was out. Here’s the story of how I got fired, pretty much died inside for half a year, and then got offered a little lifeline.
When I began working in Korea three years ago, I didn’t know about the expressions “losing face” or “saving face”. I found out quickly.