There is a young lady who works at the hotel in the front at the bottom floor. i know, you might think, "Blair, that's the lobby, you moron!", and in this case you would be absolutely incorrect. The lobby is on the 33rd floor. Anyway, her job is to greet you, press the elevator button, locate which of the 5 elevators opens first, then press your floor and welcome you to the hotel. If you manage to do any of these things on your own, you will see a hurt expression on her face, which i've taken to mean is disappointment that you don't think that she's capable of her job. i've mentioned before that the first thing you do upon entering your room is to push the "do not disturb button". there are no people wandering around on the floor, but if you don't hit that button, your door gets rung every 20 to 30 minutes, regardless of the time, as near i can figure. Housekeeping comes at crazy random times, as does the turn down service. If you decide to opt out of any of these services, accept that your voicemail will be full of messages. I finally realized yesterday, that the secret to happiness would be to use these services at your convenience. before you leave in the morning or whenever, call guest services to get your room cleaned. if you're going out for dinner, call guest services for the turn down service, so that when you think you should be sleeping at 11 and you forgot to turn on the privacy light, you don't have someone ringing you at midnight for turn down service. i can't really figure out if these people are paid per room or per hour....and if it's per hour, if there's a difference between that and per room. it's simply their job, work with them, or you're working against them. i knokw that it has improved the service of my room. i generally drink a couple of the free water bottles in my room per day. now i have 6 available, instead of the 2 that i started out with. they also now get replenished by the turn down service. i've been trying to get things in order of first views since i've been here, but, honestly, it's pure sensory overload. so many different things and ways of doing things, and sights and smells (some of which i have yet to determine - not altogether sure that i want to clarify them to myself.) i find myself sitting down at the local cafe, the Sugar Box, enjoying a terrific pastry and some Pu Err tea (some sort of black tea, i think...maybe it's red, hard to determine, you apparently have to look at the leaf colour, but they're underneath the filter and it's sort of tough to determine the difference between red and black), in the mornings, contemplating the sites, and wondering why i feel so very, very comfortable in a seriously foreign environment. i think that one of the big things that sticks out to me is seeing mothers with their children here. i have yet to see a tantrum, at all. mothers are seriously doting on their children, and constantly play games with them in public, they are obviously proud, and random people will also play games with them. it's always nice to see their faces light up when i wave to their staring children and smile or laugh at them. they invariably wave and say "bye bye" to me, to the distinct pleasure of their parent(s). i absolutely love that. it's also distinctly odd that you see small children wandering around without any parents in site, and nobody freaks out. i assume that they eventually find their way home. i saw a 5 year old girl wandering around the mall the other day, nobody else in sight, and clearly she was where she was supposed to be, it was i who was not, based on the dirty look she gave me. hard not to laugh and obtain an even dirtier look. i think when i first got here i wrote about power adapter problems. the only actual problem with power adapters, besides the fact that they sometimes provide you with fruit instead of an electronic version, is the third prong on your laptop cord. this is the ground, it's not attached to anything, just remove it before you come to china. every single power cord you own will fit into the plug in, just force it in, and all things are good. you'd think that something will blow eventually, but, apparently, that's not the case. don't worry about adapters unless you're attached to having that third prong on your cord..... i got a 3 to 2 adapter for that purpose. why can't the rest of the world function like that? the worst speakers of Mandarin are the Koreans. i keep wondering if that's going to hinder me...also, how much korean i'm going to lose learning mandarin, and how difficult it is going to be to get korean back. i've also been trying to figure out why their mandarin is so bad...i still think it's because of the tones...korean, theoretically, doesn't have any tones, but they whine constantly and vary their voice based on mood or what they're saying, or just random inclinations...it makes learning korean a little frustrating at times, you keep wondering if the drawn out speech actually means something...the answer is no, it doesn't mean anything, it's just what they do. i think that they translate that to mandarin, and it simply doesn't work. i'm watching korean television in the background, and while the translation is interesting, it's not all that good, i think that they actually just rewrote the script in English, and are putting words in that aren't necessarily said, implied, or whatever...perhaps that's why the chinese love the korean tv so much. for example the last line the guy just said, in korean, "what kind of crazy sickness is this???", in english it said, "what is going on?", i wonder what it said in mandarin/cantonese or whatever they're using down here. i think that another thing that screws up koreans, is that they learn the traditional chinese characters, and everything in this country is simplified. so, the meaning sometimes changes based on what it's grouped with, how it's drawn, or some random thing that i can't figure out. everyone tells me not to even try to learn chinese characters until i learn how to speak the language...i still find this to be backwards, and doesn't help me in reading the signs anywhere...but, perhaps i should just assume that someone knows what they're doing better than i. i'm probably still coloured by the fact that every other language that is taught is taught letters first, except chinese.
Adventures, thoughts, and things i've learned while living in Shenzhen, China studying the language and culture.
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Thursday, January 31, 2013
Inexplicable
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