Life has been a little craptastic around here recently. This is for a couple of reasons. The first is the fact that – you guessed it – our apartment complex is still experiencing drainage issues. While our toilet is functional, our entire apartment is permeated by the rich scent of raw sewage. This is particularly aromatic, because it is delicately interlaced with the smell of rusting pipes. It manages to be simultaneously odd and unpleasant.
The second reason that life is craptastic is that I recently bit into the reality sandwich called “I don’t have a job.” This reality sunk in as all my little teaching buddies frolicked off to work, and I could no longer take shelter in their welcoming ranks.
Now, being jobless is sucky on a couple of levels. On the big-picture/vague/nebulous level, it sucks because I am trapped in a strange land of introspection and soul searching. “What should I do with my life? Who am I?” Sometimes, it gets dire, and Oprah-isms start floating around the ol’ grey matter: “I should just follow my bliss. But what is my bliss? What is the meaning of bliss?”
On a more practical/pragmatic/painfully obvious level, being jobless sucks because you don’t get paid. Moving to Thailand has been a financial adventure as much as anything. I won’t reveal the secrets of our finances, but let’s just say that they’ve taken a bit of a slap-chop: Thailand’s famous smiles don’t stem from the fact that people are making serious coin here.
So whether it’s to stop the (Oprah) voices in my head, or to line my pockets with something other than lint, I need to find a job. My search has had to overcome a few roadblocks including our sketchy WiFi connection, the Olympics (“but the athletes NEED my moral support, Todd!”), and some annoying culture shock-esque symptoms (see my post on culture shock under Ruminations), but I’ve managed to apply for a few jobs, mostly with non-profits and expat-publications. I haven’t heard back from anyone yet.
I was feeling pretty down about the whole process today – craptastic would be an accurate description. However, one of the job postings that I found on Craigslist Thailand cheered me considerably. Please note: I am NOT embellishing this advertisement.
From the Non-Profit jobs section of Craigslist Thailand:
“Looking for Old Lady Indian or pakistani for 1 day to attend party (Bangkok)”
“Looking for an old and decent lady at least 60 years old indian or pakistani, preferably Muslim,
no work only have to attend a party as a relative,
will get full respect as an elder in the family,
will be paid well,
please reply with picture as appearance is very important.”
Suddenly, life went from craptastic to super-fantastic.
Just to make this a little more interactive, here’s a question for you all: Would you rather:
A) Get paid a lot for doing something that is only marginally interesting to you;
B) Get paid only a little for doing something that is very interesting to you; or
C) Get paid a moderate amount to dress up as an Old Lady Indian or Pakistani
Leave a comment and let me know what you’d choose!