Hello Australia,
Give me a job. I do computer programming. 3 years of experience. Email me for a resume.
Sincerely,
Jermil Sadler
Jermil.Sadler@gmail.com
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I got to work at a bit after 1. I hung out for about 30 minutes then went back home to make food.
I got back to work at 3 and hid in the room where no kids go so I could read the Lonely Planet China book to get ready for my Beijing trip this weekend.
My boss pops into my fortress of solitude and tells me I should be reading the books to prepare for class. I look up at him and tell him OK. He starts this creepy pedo-ish chuckle that I hope I can get on video one day. I look back to my Lonely Planet book and act like I can’t smell his cigarette breath. He starts to walk out but some kid comes in with a tennis ball.
He yells at him in Korean and the kid yells back. After 2 minutes of that, my boss leaves and the kid stays. I ignore the kid for a while but he says “Teacher… Catch!!!” We start playing catch.
I open the window after a while because it starts to smell like kimchi in the room from the sweaty kid. Shortly after that, the ball flies out the window. I think the party’s over and I don’t have to worry about this lame game of catch anymore. I was sort of right…
He saw that the ball didn’t get caught on the balcony so he wants me to come outside and help him find it. I figure if I can find it first, I can hide it and the game will be over forever so I go out.
I take the stairs while he waits for the elevator. I find the ball in the street and put it in my back pocket. He comes out about 3 minutes later. I act like I don’t know where the ball is and I point down the hill. He goes that way and I follow him for a bit. When I get bored of that, I take the ball out of my back pocket and hit him in the back of the head with it.
Unfortunately, he was happy to see his ball again and we take the elevator back to the floor of the school. But I get on one of the computers in the smelly computer lab so I don’t have to worry about the game of catch anymore.
I left work at 6:30 (as opposed to my actual quitting time of 8pm) and I set up a dinner date with one of my best friends in Daejeon. We meet at 9:30 and end up staying out until after getting food, destroyed in pool many times, and dinner #2 which ends at about 3:30am.
I did work on pictures for a little while before dinner #1 but I still have a long way to go. So don’t expect anything new until … until …
So instead, read this blog post about Guy #3 by Seth Godin. If you read my blog and are interested in my ramblings, you’ll enjoy him a whole lot more. But please come back to one of my blogs eventually 
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Today was a Tuesday like no other.
As usual, I got to work about 10 minutes late. I went straight to the computer in the corner furthest away from the director’s office. He came in to make copies of something and told me they had a meeting and wanted me to attend.
Usually their meetings are all in Korean so I opt out of them. But when I actually get invited, that means they’ll speak mostly English. But there’s still no point in me being there ever.
This meeting was about what my director wants to do for the “summer intensives”. This is my understanding of what those are…
The kids are out of school for some portion of that time so any schooling they do is extra. And during this extra time, the private English schools (and probably other schools) do their thing a little differently too.
From what I understood, I’ll be teaching kids in the mornings and adults in the evenings. I frowned up immediately but realized I had no choice so I blew it off. Then I remembered that he’d probably change his mind in the next few days anyway. And the schedule isn’t set at all so I started thinking about what I was going to eat for lunch.
After a little while, they started talking about the same thing but exclusively in Korean. After a few minutes of that, I decided I’d had enough and went to get something to eat. I came back with 10 minutes left before teaching time and decided to read a book until then.
I had a pretty normal day of “teaching”. I taught four classes today. One class consisted of 10 minutes of throwing a small bouncy ball around the room at the kids and them throwing it back at me, 10 minutes of them doing the homework that they had a week to do, 25 minutes of rushing through the lesson, finished off with 5 minutes left for the real teacher to do her thing. That’s about an average day for that class.
Work was finished and I had made a commitment with the receptionist at my job. I was supposed to go with her to meet her piano teacher. The whole situation was really odd to me and I didn’t know why she wanted to meet me. But I figured why not.
I talked to one of the other teachers and asked her if she knew anything about it. She said she’d ask the receptionist for me.
The deal was basically that the receptionist tells her piano teacher about me all the time. The piano teacher said she hasn’t met too many nice foreigners and wanted to meet me. It’s funny because they said she wanted to “see me”. Which I could’ve taken to mean she just wanted to look at me and see what a nice foreigner looks like and that would be the end. But maybe that’s just something I would do. If I say I want to see someone, then I probably just want to look at them. But when I worked at the post office, a guy told me he wanted to see me when he really meant something a bit more troublesome than just looking!
Sooooooo I get there and it’s a bit awkward. Two girls are there already playing two different pianos at the same time. It was pretty cool to listen to and they were both great at it. The teacher talked to me for a while in her extremely basic English while the receptionist translated a bit here and there. She ordered pizza for us and made awkward conversation while we waited for it to arrive. It was interesting and somewhat painful at the same time.
When the pizza got there, one of the girls stopped playing the piano and joined us in the bumbling section. She spoke English really well and translated a lot for me. The situation became a lot less uncomfortable but I was still left wondering why I was there.
They asked me what my hobbies were. I told them I like taking pictures. The lady said the kids can make cameras out of paper and draw a picture on another piece of paper. They put that paper inside of the paper camera and take a fake picture. I had no idea what she was talking about so she showed us how to make one. That was about 15 minutes of fun which was better than the grand total of zero minutes of fun before that.
After a while, I realized that I was invited just so the lady could meet me since she heard so many nice things about me. They called me handsome and said I had a nice face shape. The piano teacher said I looked like someone from a children’s show. The first thing I thought of was Little Bill; I’m not sure why.
But it was another one of those “only in Korea” experiences which are generally nice depending on how you look at them. Or, depending on how bad it was, how much time has passed since it’s happened.
Anyway, I’m putting up the penis forest pictures in about 10 hours and hopefully some beach pictures or more Hong Kong pictures about 24 hours from now.
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I’m supposed to be at work by 1pm everyday. But every Monday this month, I’ve never made that deadline.
Today I was late because I caught a train from (xxxxx) to Daejeon that didn’t get in until 12:58. So I sent my director a text at 12:58 letting him know I would be late.
I texted him before and didn’t make it to work until 6. My director didn’t say anything at all about it then. So I figured as long as I got there before 6, I’d be fine. I decided to walk around downtown Daejeon until I got tired of it. I wandered around and took pictures of old people doing nothing in particular.
I got to work around 2:30. I got on the computer for about 30 minutes then went home to drop off my bag. I realized then that I was starving and went to a pretty awesome restaurant near my apartment.
I made it back to work around 5. I went to a room where the kids don’t go and I read a book until I started dozing off. I put my head down and slept for 30 minutes.
I woke up and read a little while longer until I decided it was time for me to leave. I’m supposed to stay everyday until 8pm but I never do. I left at 7pm today.
I have a never-ending backlog of pictures that I want to put on here. I have a ton of pictures from Hong Kong that I still have to edit. I put some on facebook from when my sister and I went to see the Ten Thousand Buddhas. I have some from a penis forest that are done and only here on facebook right now. I’ll put those on here in about 10 hours. And I have hundreds more from the beach this weekend that I have to edit too. I’m glad I find joy in doing things photography related.
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I go back and forth between hating and loving this job. I only actually teach two days a week but I still have to show up and do nothing the other 3 days. I don’t really like that but I also wouldn’t like having to teach 5 classes a day, 5 days a week.
Today I love it. It’s payday, I can read all day, and tomorrow I’m going to a beach on some South Korean island.
My director has other things planned for his day…
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