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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

I’ll take care of you like Godzilla took care of the Japanese


I’ll take care of you like Godzilla took care of the Japanese


Every now and then, my father has a fantastic turn of phrase.  I remember in one case when I was going through some major medical problems, he asked me to come home so that my mother could “take care of me like Gozilla took care of the Japanese.”  That’s always amused me, but I’m finding that in many cases that’s true of China as well.  I find that most women like to do the delicate work of putting in a finishing nail with a 50 pound sledgehammer. 

You always hear, in business, about how subtle the Chinese are when making deals, but I think that that’s a misinterpretation of the situation.  It’s not subtlety, it’s a lack of a desire to commit to anything but to hint at the fact that you want to commit.  In this way, if things don’t go through, you didn’t promise anything, thus there is no loss of face.  If things go further and forward, then you’re covered on all bases.  In China, there is no such thing as sarcasm, try it if you want, nobody will understand.  The same goes for subtlety.  They’ll either assume that you’re trying to save face and that it’s not a done deal, or they won’t get what you’re trying to allude to.  This goes for personal as well as business, on all counts.   What it comes down to though, is when you’re doing business with the Chinese, if they are on soft ground, or have shaky footing, they will do everything to safe face and deflect responsibility, if the deal is rock solid, they’ll pound the finishing nail in with a sledgehammer.  They see your side of things the same way as well, if you’re more subtle, they will assume that you’re on shaky ground, something to keep in mind.

I’ve been trying to determine what to write lately, and since I didn’t really have anything interesting to say, I really haven’t updated at all.  That’s probably not a good thing, but, I’ve just been studying, and attempting to get better at Chinese.  I have accomplished a few other things lately.  When I first moved here, I asked many expats where to go to register with the local law enforcement, every single person I asked stated that it was voluntary, and not necessarily a good idea.  Unfortunately, for me, I didn’t check with those who I now consider friends.  One of my friends informed me that the police had started rounding people up in the expat district to see if they were registered and were carrying their passport.  Those are two of the requirements on your visa, although, you’d be hard pressed to find out where it says that, the only way is to go on the Chinese government website to find out, if you use an agent, as I did, he’s supposed to inform you.  My agent may have done so, but was so hard to understand, that I’m not really sure whether he did or not.  Once you’re here, you can’t just go into any police station to register, although that would be nice.  If you go into the wrong one, rest assured that nobody will speak English nor be able to tell you where you’re supposed to go, they will give you blank looks until you leave.

I recommend finding an expat business owner, they have the source of all news in the expat community (clientele), and they know where and what you need to do to keep your visa.  So, I got the address, hopped in a cab and went to register.  There was a line up for foreigners with a pile of Chinese people in line, so, I decided to just wander to the front (they have 3 other line ups to use), and hope that someone spoke English.  She spoke less English than I speak Chinese, so, it wasn’t overly helpful.  She gave me a form that has English on it, but the translation is brutal.  It also mentioned that I needed to get some passport sized photos, and so I wandered away with the form.  It took me a couple of days to fill it out, the directions are extremely confusing, and they want your address written out in Chinese, so, I ended up just taking it to my teacher to fill it out.  I found a place to take some pictures, and went back.  They typed all of the information into the computer, ensuring that all things were spelled wrong 4 or 5 times, but, making different errors each time, and then I was registered.
By law you are required to carry your passport at all times.  They will not accept a photocopy or even a picture on your phone.  If you lose your passport, you’re going to be in a world of misery.  You will need to go to your embassy, which is usually in a different city than you are.  Once there, you’ll get a temp passport, then you’ll have to go to the Chinese government to get an exit visa.  You’ll need to leave the country with that exit visa and your temp passport, head home and reapply for your passport and reapply for your visa.  You will need to fly home, wait for however long all of that takes, usually 3 to 4 weeks, then fly back. 

If you don’t carry your passport, you may be held up in a police station for up to 3 hours.  If you don’t register you will be fined, and you can be put in jail for up to 10 days or deported.  Most likely though that you’ll be fined. 

If you ever get arrested in China, it is your right to ask for someone who speaks English.  That’s actually your only actual right in China.  If you waive this right and attempt to speak any Chinese when a policeman is around, you’re going to be in a pile of trouble.  Ignorance is bliss, embrace that thought pattern.  The English speaking policemen work out of the expat zone, Shekou.  All of those policemen have actually been to America, and actually understand the idea of human rights.  That’s not to say that you have any, but they understand what you think you have, and thus tend to give you a lot of leeway.  Dealing with these cops is the only way that you’ll get out of real trouble, which is what you will find if you show off your Chinese skills to local policemen. 

Also, you can explain to the Shekou cops that while you realize that you must carry your passport at all times, you know that there are some dishonest people in China, and that you don’t want to lose your passport, so, you keep it locked in a safe in your apartment.  If you have registered, they will have a copy of your passport scanned into their computer and it takes, on average, 3 hours for them to find you in that computer.  If you’re not registered, and you don’t have your passport, you risk massive penalties, or, depending on the mood of the arresting officer, possible expulsion or 10 days in a Chinese jail. 

I talked to someone who spent 3 out of the 10 days in Chinese jail, he recommends that you bring some way to charge up your cell phone, as they don’t take anything away from you, just put you in jail, and there are no chargers.  Personally, I’d rather just register and avoid the hassle of experiencing actual jail in China.  He was finally able to contact someone to get him out, but only because he had his cell phone on him, turned off all but essential functions, and had a charger pack for it as well.  Guangxi got him out.

So, while I love this place, and I do find that there is a lot of freedom here, you also have “more freedom, no human rights”.  It’s actually not for everyone, and after meeting many who do love it here, I realize that it takes a special sort of mindset and way of thought to see the positives for positives, as for many they are absolutely negatives. 

For example:  You are always being watched in China, at all times.  First of all, you stick out…you might think that you’re a local, but, for me, I’m still 6’0”, bigger than almost everyone I see, white, and thoroughly not Chinese.  Even if I speak Chinese, that won’t cover up the physical inconsistencies.  So, you will never ever blend in and become part of a crowd here.  Secondly, there’s camera’s everywhere.  Some of them work, some of them probably don’t, and some just aren’t being monitored.  But, there are many cameras’ that are.  I’ve taken to waving and saying hi to them.  I’ve noticed a couple of Chinese people who find that amusing, but I’ve noticed them starting to do it as well.  Truth is, they don’t bother me at all.  They are part of the reason that China is safe.  Would you steal something knowing full well that you are on camera doing so and that you have no human rights?  Doesn’t seem like a wise choice to me.  You are 100% going to get caught, and it is not going to be pleasant when you do.

There is some sort of security force everywhere you go.  Some of them have no authority whatsoever, but… everyone reports to someone, and if that someone doesn’t have authority, the next person up the line does… or eventually does.  Again, I like it, it makes me feel safe.  I have never been anywhere in the world where you felt absolutely safe at any given time in any given place.  I haven’t met anyone here who has ever been mugged.  I haven’t even talked to anyone who has ever been mugged.  I have friends who have flashed cash in a bar at 3 am, and still managed to drunkenly wander back home without any problems whatsoever. 

People mention how you get cheated here.  Honestly, that’s part of China, but, it all depends on what you want to do with that lesson.  Do you want to learn from it or complain about it?  If you want to complain about it, why didn’t you just contact the police to begin with?  They’ll come in and make everyone’s life difficult, the end result is that you’ll have your money back, and never be allowed into the establishment or store again.  If you learn from it, and can figure out how you were taken advantage of, it won’t happen again.  If you constantly run to others to solve your problems, you will never be able to make it on your own.

I have more to add, but it’s getting late, and I want to get this off and go to bed.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Driving friends crazy…


Driving friends crazy….


One of my friends, Thomas, has decided that he wants to go traveling.  I’ve taken the time to drive him completely insane.  I think that’s what friends are for, and since I’m 40 and he’s 24, he sometimes gets the false impression that I’m wiser in some ways…I think that I’m just far more paranoid.  He was ready to pack up and go a couple of weeks ago, I told him that that wasn’t going to fly, and that it would completely backfire on him.  He then started to second guess his idea of traveling, and so I took him to a group of expats who have done a lot of traveling, for them to tell him about their experiences.  He told me that I’m driving him insane.  It took me a while to explain to him that what I actually wanted was for him to do this right, to enjoy himself, and that in order to do that, things have to be in order at home.  It only took a week of crazy suggestions from me to finally ask me what I thought of his plan.  I told him that it was a good plan, except that his execution was stupid.  His thought was to just pack up and hit the road. 
The problem with this plan is that it’s too vague, nobody knows where he is, all his contacts are for naught, and if he gets in trouble, nobody would ever know.  So, we’ve finally rewritten the plan, and added some of my own paranoia (based on a life of misadventure).  It looks like he’s probably headed out to points unknown (ish) in a couple of weeks.  I told him that I would be far more comfortable if he stored his stuff at my place so that he knows that it’s safe while he’s on the road, and I want an itinerary a copy of his passport and visa, and regular phone calls/emails/whatever communication.  I also recommended that we trade cameras for his adventure (his is really good, mine is really fake, thus, mine is better to get into trouble with, or accidentally break…it’s black market, why would you take something really good into the country-side?)  he finally agreed to all of this, and actually saw the wisdom to some of it, and should be headed out in a couple of weeks.

I want to kill my a yi (a yi is translated as “auntie” but means housekeeper).  I’m not sure if it’s illegal based on motivation, hard to say.  Right now, she’s cleaning the kitchen, and my fridge has been beeping for 10 minutes straight….shut the door!!!  She was supposed to come on Monday at 3, but something came up, so we said that we had to push it to the original time on Thursday.  She was supposed to be here at 3 pm, on Thursday, instead showing up at 8 am and rang the doorbell for half an hour…one after the other.  It woke me up, so, I took a shower, and tried to calm down while the doorbell rang and rang.  I’m sure you’re asking why I didn’t answer the door, I think it’s probably because I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat and express my displeasure at her ringing over and over and over and over….the fridge is still beeping, I have to take care of this….beep beep beep beep beep beep beep…..i’m starting to see some irritating personality traits.

Mei realized that she crossed the line with me and sends me emails and texts every day backpedaling and “trying to make me happy and my life happy”.  Out of curiousity, I thought I’d get some fresh perspective on her latest emails and my sisters all told me to get back together with her.  I probably should have sent them the 10 emails prior to those, as well as the 3 that I’ve received after that….or the 40 text messages, etc.  I think that those emails that I forwarded on were the best of them.  The problem is that I know what her motivation is, and my sisters didn’t.  I caught Mei breaking her own cultural norms thinking that I wouldn’t notice, and she gave me the option of losing face or getting rid of her.  She has now realized her error, and found that her position in my life was far less secure than she had convinced herself that it was.  I’m completely done with her, I’m eventually going to find someone else, but I’m taking my time. 

I had an interesting experience with eyeglasses here.  My current glasses are a bit strong and give me headaches to some degree.  So, I walked into the local eyeglass place to look around, they carry a pile of Chinese brands, and I thought I’d give them a shot.  The girl looked at me, said something, I asked if she spoke English, and she wandered out of the store into the square and yelled “does anyone speak English?”  A cute girl said that she did, and came in to help me get my eyes tested and pick out some glasses, gave up 2 hours of her day.  I thanked her and asked if I could buy her a café or tea, she said that I was a guest in her country and that she would take me out for tea.  After we ordered, I beat her to the punch and paid for the tea.  She looked at me puzzled, and I told her that I realized that instead of arguing over who would pay, I would just make the choice easier when it came time. 

A couple of days later, I was talking to a girl locally on a chat program called wechat, she mentioned that she was having a bad day, so I suggested that we go out for tea.  She’s extremely attractive, and took me up to a tea place that I never would have found.  It’s on the top floor of one of the taller buildings in Nanshan, and is all done in rock, and very feng shui.  They do tea with the proper washing, sanitizing, etc, and it was a fascinating experience.  I was welcomed to come at any time even though it’s considered a company retreat.  They welcomed me to bring any foreign friends along with me that I wished next time.  I’m going to have to take them up on that.

Overall, I’ve been in Nanshan for about a week or a week and a half now, and it’s absolutely comfortable.  I could live here for the rest of my time and be happy.  My house is unbelievable, I think I have a part time roommate now (Thomas – he’s started a bit of his traveling binge, he’ll be back for a week, then gone for the next 3 months…I see no reason for him to waste money on rent when he’s just storing part of his luggage, and I have 3 extra bedrooms.  He’ll find another place when he returns to Shenzhen full time, but for now, he likes knowing that everything is safe….weird, eh?).  My landlord has come to the conclusion that my couch is old and that it embarrasses her so, she’s told me that she’s buying a new one and going to send it to me.  I hope it takes a while, this couch is seriously comfortable….if it wasn’t 3 feet long, I would have slept on it the other night…I tried though!!

A Job for Everyone


A Job for Everyone


China fascinates me.

Everyone who wants a job in China has a job.  The government guarantees you a job and an income.  Sometimes people start their own business, sometimes the government starts a business and puts someone in charge and someone to work.  If you are breathing in China, you can work.  Of course, there are various degrees of working, and while you can always have a job, sometimes if you want a good job, you’ll have to find something better yourself. 

Additionally, there are no real homeless people in China.  It took me and some friends a while to figure this out.  People don’t talk about it, they don’t discuss what’s going on, nor what the solution is.  You have to get that whole thing from observation and from asking and understanding the “right” leading questions.  The most interesting this about their homeless solution is the fact that it would never, ever work in America, and the reasons behind that.

On a regular basis, you will see people dragging around their luggage.  For the most part, Chinese people don’t enjoy travel, so, it’s hard to figure out what’s going on.  We had a chance encounter while apartment hunting that finally tied everything in, and we noticed things more and more afterwards.  There are many apartments that are available for rent at any given time.  While we were looking at apartments for a friend last month in Fumin, we noticed that there were a couple of places that we went to that had a family and an older girl living in a place.  We didn’t clue in until later when we saw a place that had 4 or 5 single women living in it (there were 3 in residence, but enough bedding, cell phones and other evidence that suggested many more living in this 2 bedroom place.)   We started talking to various people, and we found out that there is an online newsboard that informs people of a place to live for a minimum of a month or so while they find new people to lease.  They lease the apartment at a much lower rate with the stipulation that the people keep things clean, up to date, and everything in order.  In America, you’d call them squatters, but that’s far from the same situation here.  The places that you go in where these “homeless people” live are immaculate, everything works, and if you rent, you end up in a place that is immaculately clean when these people move on.  I can only imagine how trashed a place would be that housed “American homeless”.
What fascinates me most are the people who wander around begging.  These people have jobs, they’re liars.  Every mainland Chinese knows that they are liars and ignore them, outright.  Foreigners give them money, and that’s the problem.  Because they talk to many foreigners they pick up a lot of English, making them even more employable, but it’s far more lucrative to beg and lie.  All I can say is, STOP GIVING THEM MONEY!!!  Look at them with disgust for the criminals they are, ignore their appearance, they are not good people, and they can work if they want to. 

On occasion you’ll see people sleeping on the side of the road, or in the treed areas of a walkway.  These people are not homeless.  If you look at your surroundings, you’ll usually see a construction site in the area.  These are workers at the construction sites who don’t want to live in their cubicles, preferring instead to sleep in the quiet of the walkway and among “nature”.  This allows them to meditate or do yoga, or have just a bit more space.  Giving these people money puzzles them, stop doing it.  They’re not homeless and they work hard for their money.

Ah….Back in High School


Ah….Back in High School


A couple of days ago, I made a vast tactical error.  I was at Starbucks to meet a friend and while I waited I noticed that they had egg salad sandwiches.  I didn’t stop to think, “if I was at a truck stop, I wouldn’t eat this…but in China?  Why not???”, and chowed down.  I just spent the last 24 hours in misery.  It was even worse because my friends would call up and ask me what I was doing, I’d let them know that I had to stay near my own fascilities, and when they heard why, all they did was laugh.  Most said, “why don’t you just flush your system with street food!”  Jerks…all of them.
So, I’m all moved into my place now.
I’m amazed at how often ignorance is bliss.  There’s an Aussie pub not too far from my place, it’s a great place to meet expats and the food is absolutely incredible.  I was hanging out there, meeting some of the local expat businessmen and started talking to one guy from the UK.  He’s head over one of the big cell phone company’s network, and makes an easy 6 figure salary (in British pounds), which translates to well over 7 figures in China.  He lives near Coco park, and like me, he’s very sold on China.  Unlike me, he doesn’t seem to wonder about the motivations of his “friends”, preferring to believe that they are in fact friends.  He’s in his mid to late 50’s, a big guy, and he has a group of friends comprising of 7-9 women from the ages of 24 to 29.  Instead of asking why they are hanging out with him, he just talks about how he doesn’t know how to date one of them without breaking up the group dynamic.  I finally couldn’t take any more and asked him if he was looking for advice.  He said that he was, so I started asking him questions:
“Why do you like this big group dynamic that you have going on?”
               “It gives me someone to hang out with at any given time, and I’m always seen going out with very, very attractive women who are also fun to talk to and good conversationalists.”
“What is the consequence of dating one of them?”
               “Losing the friendship of all of the rest of them.”
“What is the consequence of being rejected by the girl you want to date?”
               “Losing her friendship.”
“What do you fear the most?”
               “Not having people to hang out with.”
“What you don’t realize, based on everything you’ve said before this, is that every single woman in your group is trying to date you.  These women all come from poor families, they have zero hope of finding a rich Chinese guy.  A rich foreigner is a good replacement.  Chinese women value someone who can provide for them and help care for their family and them.  If you started dating one of these girls and the other’s scattered, wouldn’t you still have the girl you’re dating to go out and do things with?”
               “Oops, I didn’t think of that!”
The problem is, that he still doesn’t understand the motivation of the group that he’s hanging out with.  I told him, indirectly, but he didn’t catch on, and rather than stating it outright, I’d rather he just live in his fantasy world.  I think if he wanted to hear “A rich foreigner is a good replacement”, then he would have heard me.  He glossed over that completely.  If you pick up women in a bar, anywhere in the world, they are generally interested in your bank account, I can’t believe that people think that China is different, I think he’s just in denial. 
He also asked me how to ask one of the girls in China out, what the best way to do so is, because he’s recently divorced, and hasn’t dated in 24 years.  I told him that the situations he’s described shows that the women are jockeying for position in his sites, and that he’s 90% there, all he needs to do is make a decision, and when he’s ready:
“Grace, I like you.  I appreciate these characteristics: <whatever>, we would make a good couple.  You should be my girlfriend.”
Women here don’t like the “wishy-washy”, make a decision, then wait for a response, whatever you do, don’t ask a question, because they hear, “I’m lonely, you seem good enough, wanna date?”, which isn’t really awe inspiring.  State your thoughts as statements, make a decision, then shut up and don’t say anything until she wraps her arms around you, or freaks out.  If she freaks out, your way out is:
“I’m very sorry, I misread the situation.  Our cultures are so different that I must have picked up on the wrong signals.  Can we please put this behind us so that I don’t lose face in front of the others?”
Then it’s over and it never happened, and nobody will ever mention anything.  What amazes me is that this guy has been here for 12 months.  He asked me how long I’ve been here and I told him, 2 months.  He asked me how I had figured all of this cultural stuff out, and I told him that I ask questions of everyone constantly.  In all of his time of hanging out with a giant group of Chinese girls, he’s never learned about their past, their culture, or their way of doing things.  I find it a bit sad, but perhaps that’s the difference between an engineer and someone in sales, we focus on different things.
China, is in many ways, a lot like high school.  The drama is insane, and impossible to avoid, fortunately, as a westerner I’m able to be even more overtly ignorant of it, than I could pull off at home.  It is straight insanity though.  Even those I barely know will call me if they can’t get hold of their western friends so that I can attempt to call them and then “pass them a note”.  To understand this, you need to understand this:
·        In grade school (k-12) you study, you do not date.  If you date at any time, you will be ejected from school.
·        In trade school/college (college here is trade school but they train for all positions from cleaning garbage up to cosmetology) if you date you will be ejected, then, good luck doing anything higher than security guard or sweeping garbage!  You study, until you graduate.
·        In University, you study (if you’re lucky enough to get in), if you get caught dating, you will be ejected.
So, most actually start dating at 21, that’s if they are college students… university students start dating at 24-26.  A Chinese person is expected to immediately get married and start having children. 
The way that Chinese society works is that the parents raise the children, then the children provide for the parents in their old age.  If someone doesn’t immediately get married and get a good job or a good provider, the parents are in danger of being on their own in their old age, and unable to care for themselves.  Nobody else is responsible for them except for their children.  You can see why, then, that they are constantly on their children about getting married.  Many marry the first who expresses interest in them, and it works out about half the time.  I’ve found that many of those that I meet here are either divorced from an abusive marriage, or jaded from an abusive previous relationship.  Men and women here are new at dating, and men tend to be a bit more selfish due to how they were raised (this is very, very generalistic – not written in stone!!).  Boys are doted on, women are told that they are useless, and that boys are better.  This colours dating as well.
So, the problem with dating Chinese women that most westerners don’t pick up on, is that they are usually the second or third boyfriend in that girl’s life.  It’s easiest to explain to someone that you’re back in high school.  All the crazy drama from high school is what you’re dealing with now.  This guy that I was talking to who hasn’t dated in 24 years didn’t realize that he’s on equal footing with the women he’s hanging out with.  They have zero experience as well.  This means that you have to be careful.  Do you remember in high school when you fell in love for the first time?  That’s what you’re dealing with.  It explains part of the insanity.
Personally…. I’m going to take my time.  I told him to do what he wants, but to keep in mind that they are just as new at this as he is. 
The day after talking to this guy, I was talking to a mutual friend, an Aussie.  I asked him where the Brit had met all of these women, he said:
“Coco Park.  I wish he could realize that they see him for his very, very large wallet!”
It’s nice to see that there are others who are as frustrated with this blissful western ignorance as I am.  

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Shiny Happy People


Shiny Happy People


I think that i've written before that everything that i researched has turned out to be wrong.  

Information that comes out of this country is all suspect.  You don't know where it comes from even if it appears to be from verifiable sources.  You simply don’t know where the information is from, what the age of it is, and whether or not it’s at all accurate.  I have mentioned that many things turned out to be different, but I thought that at least some of what I had researched would come out to have been good, that’s turning out to not be the case, more and more.

I’ve been quite frustrated with my school.  I’m not getting anywhere.  I’ve hit a block, and I can’t get past it, and I don’t know what the problem is.  I went into my course on Thursday or Friday, can’t remember which day, and I got an earful from my professor.  Apparently, I am an awful student, I’m making the same mistakes over and over again, even though she doesn’t tell me when I’m making the mistakes, and I came within inches of throwing it all back in her face.  Instead, I cancelled my classes, and went for a walk.

While I was walking around Futian CBD (central business district) I was approached by a random guy selling mandarin lessons.  He asked me if I wanted a free lesson, I said sure, and went up to their school.  In my 20 minute free mandarin lesson, I learned more than I have in the past week at my school.  I asked questions, and was fairly convinced that my teacher was completely unqualified.  The teachers at Jiahua are all actual teachers.  They know what they’re doing.  Unfortunately, I knew that I had time left on my account, and I didn’t want to commit to anything.  I decided on Saturday to go to Nanshan and check out the school there.  That school was even more impressive.  Jaihua was started by a Canadian guy who loves china and never wants to leave.  He saw what they were doing in mandarin schools, how they teach westerners like Chinese are taught, and the truth is, that we do not think or learn things the same way that Chinese people do.  We can’t.  There are enough differences here that that shouldn’t be a surprise, but it’s just one more thing that seems hard to believe.  I talked to my sales manager and booked an appointment.

So, Friday, I learned how much more of my research wasn’t any good.  It turns out that the school that I picked, with all of the great reviews, and all that good stuff, actually has a brilliant marketing department.  Their marketing manager is beyond lazy, he’s actually in sales, but can’t be bothered to do that part of his job, so, he just lies about his stats and does other things to bring in more money and customers.  For example, this school is supposed to have cultural events every month.  They haven’t had one since I started, and they’ve had exactly one since my friend started.  The corporate office provides a fund for cultural activities, he writes the reports, and keeps the money.  Also, apparently, the marketing manager has a VPN that allows him to log in from different IP addresses and countries, and thus allows him to write multiple reviews on multiple sites.   

When I was researching, and getting information from and about the school, I was informed that they have cultural events, they teach culture, their teachers are all qualified, they have experience teaching English speaking students Mandarin.  This is not the case at this school.  Actually, I think they have 1 qualified teacher, and everything else you have to figure out on your own…good luck!

At jiahua, every Monday and Wednesday they have cultural corner where (for free I might add) you can go and learn culture from a teacher who loves his/her culture so much she/he wants to share it.  They offer free tutoring during this time, and you get to meet other students and network.  They have bbq’s at the school, where you get to meet other students, network, and set up study sessions if you’re so inclined.  There’s an area to kick back, relax, and meet other students.  They are signed up with an international organization for networking that you can join after you learn mandarin for a while. 
So, I was sold.  I decided to start looking at apartments.

Thomas was with me, so I had a built in translator….of sorts.  He’s been here for 4 months, lives in a pure Chinese neighborhood, and is quite good at the language, although he still has a ways to go.  But, he still does very well.  We walked around Nanshan for a while looking at apartments and we noticed something else about the area that was more than a little strange.  People would smile at you.  There were no dirty looks.  By way of example, in Futian on my way to my bank (a 15-20 minute walk based on how motivated you are that day), I started paying attention to my surroundings.  By the time I hit my bank, I had encountered something around 15 dirty looks.  I usually ignore it.  In Nanshan though, we didn’t receive one.  People smiled at us.  People were happy when we attempted to speak Mandarin.  I got corrected a couple of times in a nice way, they helped Thomas out to an amazing degree and did not make fun of him at all for anything he said, they just suggested other ways to get his point across.  People are happy in Nanshan.  The expats in Nanshan are happy.  I talked to expats and they said hi, some even had conversations with me.  Weird….it creeped both Thomas and I out.  Nanshan is how I expected China to be.

We looked at apartments.  The prices were unbelievably reasonable in comparison with Luohu and Futian, actually, the word ‘cheap’ comes to mind.  I found an apartment in Nanshan that is 140 sq m for the same price that I’m paying for 76 sq m in Futian.  The furniture is all modern.  It has hardwood floors that are sealed, showers that work, beds that are made of brick and don’t give in the least, beautiful furnishings, a jade statue of a dragon boat, I’m in love.  It’s actually a nicer apartment than any I have ever seen in the usa or Canada, let alone china.  I’ve never seen anything like it, and neither has Thomas, who has far more experience than I do.  So, after a full day of looking, haggling, and playing, I now have an apartment in Nanshan. 

So, you might ask yourself, at this stage, what is he going to do with the place in Futian?  Well, there’s a clause on every contract that states that if you don’t pay your rent within 10 days, they kick you out.  What you don’t realize is that this doesn’t affect you in any way.  You can’t build credit in china.  You’re not going to be asking your landlord for a reference, they probably won’t give you one even if they do like you.  What Chinese people usually do, is clear out of their apartment, move into the next place, make sure that everything is out, then go to the landlord, drop off the key, say  that you have a new job somewhere else, and leave.  They can’t stop you, and, because I will be doing this with google translate at my side (i.e. I’m going to the hyatt to print out a page saying what I want it to say, then I’m going to leave), and they don’t know how to get ahold of me. 

In addition to being a nice neighborhood with people who are happy to help you to learn Chinese, it is also the last place in the world that Mei would think to find me, so, that’s good for me too.  I have a translator who has agreed to help me get all of my utilizes, (internet, tv, etc) switched to the new place on Friday, so, I may be without internet for a couple of days, but I’m okay with that too.  Just sucks that I have to pack things up, the nice thing is that I have no desire go anywhere else, this should be it for me, it has everything that I want, is a 10 minute walk from my school and a major mall and the largest book store I have seen in my entire life….probably five to eight times the size of the ones in the usa, can’t remember what they’re called, barnes and noble or something.

I spent some time with my friend Zane today.  He is Canadian, from the eastern side, and makes me laugh, he’s got that mix of Seinfeld sense of humour combined with Monty Python.  He asked me today if I was a spy.  He says that every time he sees me I’m living somewhere else.  I think I need to stop, fortunately, this apartment is a good one to stop with.  I just have to find a place that sells mattresses.  I don’t understand the thought behind manufacturing a bed that’s actually harder than your floor.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Google Translate Break-up: 分手的女孩


Google Translate Break-up:  分手的女孩。


It's been an interesting week or two.  it's hard to know where to start.  I think i'll begin with Mei.  You all know that i've been dating a girl named Mei here, and that she's pretty with fitness, and that she's a dance instructor.  i have had a few reservations, but i thought i just didn't understand what was going on, and went with it.  (things like, how can a girl who is a high school drop out speak mandarin with the Beijing accent?  How can a high school drop out put her brother through university, and take care of her parents…you can’t, these things are impossible).  Last week, i invited some friends of mine to go with me to see her work, and to allow her boss to see that the new "marketing manager" was actually bringing in business.  i have been wracking my brain trying to figure out why in the world this business would hire her as a Marketing Manager, and I still have no idea.  It is a massage place that’s a little different in china from those I have seen before.  It is in a high rent section of the district of Nanshan (translates to South Mountain) in  Shenzhen.  They apparently have 2 other companies here in Shenzhen, but I see zero proof, so, I’m not sure that I believe that.  Mei has been going to these sales meetings from 8 am until 9 or 10 pm at night, every day, 7 days a week for a week now, and she has another week of “training” to go.  What confuses me most is that Mei knows nothing about marketing.  She knows very little of sales, and doesn’t know the difference between the two.  It got a little stranger when we got to the spa.

We arrived at the spa at 3 pm on Wednesday last week.  They offered us mushroom tea of some sort and asked us to relax in the waiting room while they prepared for us.  We then were told that there were only 2 people able to get massaged and they were waiting for another opening.  So, I sent Thomas and Jason in while I sat and talked to Mei.  While we were talking, I kept getting sideways glances from the manager and from the front staff.  I was finally brought into a room and got the strangest massage I’ve ever gotten in china, and that I’ve ever heard of.  It wasn’t at all painful, they rubbed oil into me, and it was all kind of light tough, but too light, making it completely pointless.  It was relaxing, but that was mostly due to the music, and aromatherapy.  We then went in for the foot massage, and that was painful as always.  I don’t think that there’s a difference between any of these places, it just hurts, get over it, it will eventually feel good a day or two later.  At the end of the foot massage, they gave us a fairly good mushroom soup, and we were on our way.

The next day, I met up with Thomas, and he asked me what was really going on there.  There’s a couple of things that really stuck out:
  • ·        Mei had been training in this place for 13-16 hours per day 7 days a week, on her 8th day, and did not know her way around the facility. 
  • ·        Mei didn’t know what services they had to offer
  • ·        They’re supposed to be on one floor, but where they were meeting was nowhere to be seen
  • ·        There are only 5 massage rooms
  • ·        There is one foot massage room with 5 chairs
  • ·        There was one other customer there besides us
  • ·        There were not enough employees to have 3 people get massages at a time

The conclusion then, is that there is an upstairs portion, that is something else completely.  We talked to Jason and he said it doesn’t have the set up that is normal in a place that sells “special” massage, although that could be what’s going on upstairs.  More than likely, something else completely is going on, and the front end is a front of some sort.  I also have zero idea as to what Mei does for a living, she’s obviously aware, but she isn’t telling me, she’s instead telling me about the massage place, of which she can’t find her way around in.  So, my trust started going down, and I started being more open to other questions that I had.

I met Thomas the following day, and he asked me what’s been going on.  He’s been doing his own thing, and while we talk on the phone a bit, we don’t get to hang out as much right now, just due to other things going on.  He told me that I’d lost far too much weight in too short of a time, and asked me what was going on.  In fact, this is a common thing.  I’ve lost between 40 and 60 pounds in 1 month, which is a bit excessive, I’m sure most will agree.

He asked me what I was eating, I told him, random Chinese food (Mei came over every morning to cook breakfast, have lunch ready, then she would come over after work, we’d have dinner together, talk, then she’d go home.), a ton of crazy Guangdong tea of some sort, and that was pretty much it.  He said, “crazy Guangdong tea”, what colour is it?  I told him that it’s not red or green or black, but a mixture of red and green.  He said, that that’s the problem I’m having with weight loss and loss of energy.  There’s a diet drug in the tea.  What I’m actually getting is 600-800 calories per day, and if I drink enough of the tea, I can do okay, but if I don’t, then I have severe energy loss.  He told me to get off of that, ASAP, that it’s dangerous, and is in fact Chinese medicine that the Chinese won’t drink more than once per month.  It does speed up your metabolism, but prolonged use can cause major problems.  That night, when I was talking to my parents, she said something, (in English!!), unforgivable to the person I was talking to on the phone, and I knew that she wanted both me to hear and the person I was talking to to hear.

It was at this point that I’d determined that the complete lack of respect that she showed to me, combined with unanswered questions, meant that I needed to get rid of the problem entirely.  So, on Friday, I came home to figure out how to dump Mei.  I had been planning on doing so as soon as she was done training, but it was only hurting me, so I figured it was time to finish things off.
Have you ever dumped someone via Google Translate?  It’s unpleasant.

For 3 hours we fought, and I tried to get things over and done with.  Every now and then, she’d wander away and do something else, she washed all of the dishes, cleaned the floors, folded my laundry.  It was very strange, but I think she was trying to show me what I would be missing out on.  Finally though, I had to use words that you can’t take back, and really end things. 

The ultimate compliment you can give to a Chinese girl is to tell her, that you are a better person when she is around.  The ultimate insult then, is when you say, “I hate myself when I’m around you.”  So, after that, it was finally over.  I do appreciate that my house is cleaner now as well though.