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Last night, I went shopping with Diana on the little streets by Qianhai. There’s a gorgeous old street, lined with craft and clothing and tea stores, and one place selling nothing but decorative matchbox covers.  There’s also a stinky-tofu vendor down at one end of the street, so we didn’t investigate those shops.

In some places, we were quoted prices in Euro. I don’t know if we seemed particularly European or it’s related to the falling dollar. (Don’t I look British? How much that is in pounds sterling?)

We’re living in such a great location right now. I love helping tourists find their way. Makes me feel like a BeijingRRR! Seeing visitors also reminds me of all the things I love in the city. It’s easy to get bogged down struggling with the language, and it’s good to be reminded of all the awesome things in my neighborhood. I mean, my morning commute walks me past the drum tower!

And we’re near some great coffeeshops. Humanaught posted some great comments about the balance between roughing it in China on a couple kwai or living in the expat bubble. My own balance involves slipping away from the Beijing bustle with a coffee every so often. Fortunately Diana feels the same way, and when we finished investigating the little shops, we stopped off for coffee.

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Hutong Kitchen

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Empty Paper Tray

For everyone (both of you, ha!) waiting impatiently for the conclusion, I did manage to get paid on Tuesday. My school’s director really came through for me, and I got my salary at 4:30pm, which is 6 hours after I first went to the accounting office to pick up my money, but still on payday. I’m quite annoyed that I spent most of my day going from office to office being told by each person that it’s not their job or their fault, but very happy that I did get paid in the end.

I’ve been in China close to two years, so I should be adjusted to the Chinese way of solving problems, but it still irks me that so much time is spent proving that whatever has gone wrong isn’t your fault. I really don’t care who’s made the mistake, and I’d rather spend the time fixing it, rather than being convinced by each person that they’re blameless and it’s someone else’s error. I really have no desire to point a finger or get revenge on the person who goofed… I don’t think the Chinese do either. I think the vague excuses are a face-saving measure, but as an American, I think a flimsy, complicated explanation of how your dog ate your homework is much lower face than just saying you won’t let it happen again. Time spent explaining why, for example, you couldn’t possibly have been the one who used up all the copy paper, is time better spent refilling the paper tray.

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Frustrations

Last night, Stick predicted that I wouldn’t get paid on time, because the new shift in the state holiday calendar has led to an increase in mei you frustration. The holidays were rearranged to break up the long Golden Week holiday and give out more 3-day weekends throughout the year, which is actually a nice thought. I don’t know how this works in other fields, but for teachers, that means you need to make up an extra day’s worth of classes in your free time, because you have Monday off because Sunday is a holiday.

Anyway, I’m supposed to be paid on the tenth of every month, so I went to the financial office today to pick up my pay. It wasn’t there. A bunch of different reasons were discussed, I think it had something to do with someone along the way not submitting their timesheets to the school’s general payroll in time, apparently the deadline changed due to the holiday.

I went back to my boss and mentioned that today is payday, and I’d like to get paid. I was first told that there was no problem, then told that nobody else’s pay is ready, either.

Now, I don’t know what everyone else’s contracts promise, or whether everyone else would like to be paid on payday. But telling me that everyone else is also screwed doesn’t pay me OR increase my confidence in my school’s ability to solve this matter.

Also, there’s something my mom used to tell me about what everybody else is doing. Something about everybody else and jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge…

I argued with different people in different offices for a while, which started to make me feel like a demanding, entitled foreigner, until I remembered that I was arguing to get paid my agreed-on salary on my contract-specified date.

Then it was pointed out to me that it’s actually the tenth of the month all day long, so I really haven’t been screwed until the close of business today. And maybe if I wait, they’ll have it all straightened out by this afternoon. Maybe.

Related: Dragon Boat Day two years ago in Yantai

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Terminal 3

Hugo and Diana are here! We picked them up in the new Terminal 3. It’s been said before, but that place is gigantic! It’s brand new and well organized, except for a few sets of escalators where down is on the left.  And by well-organized, I mean that there is a Starbucks where you can sit in a comfy seat and see the Arrivals board. Not that we did that, we rode up and down on the moving ramps and watched people trying to go up the down escalator.

I made a sign that said “Hugo Boss and Lady Friend!” in glitter pen but Hugo was chosen for random inspection, they were some of the last people off the plane and very easy to spot. We had an extremely enthusiastic greeting, and we discovered an underappreciated aspect of Terminal 3: it echoes!

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Please Get Ready For Your Arrival

My friend Hugo likes to laugh. I mean, he really likes to laugh. He can’t tell a joke because as he’s telling it, he thinks of how funny the punchline is, and laughs too hard to keep talking. He’s a professor’s dream student because he always laughs out loud at the semi-funny jokes classicists toss in to see who smiles and who’s sleeping with their eyes open. Also he’s an awesome friend because he makes everything seem really funny. He’s reading this post and laughing right now.

Stick and I were looking over Hugo and Diana’s itinerary and had a moment of confusion where we thought for a moment that they had developed time-travel powers, but we were actually reading the wrong column of their schedule.

“Good thing we figured that out,” one functional, employed adult said to the other, as if we’d just split the atom instead of locating the arrival time, which is cleverly labeled arrival time. “It would be awful if we got the time wrong and didn’t meet them in the airport!”

“No, it wouldn’t.” said the other. “Hugo would laugh.”

(Post title thanks to David Feng and the Beijing subway!)

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Mojito Competition

When I saw this on the first sign a few days ago, it was pretty funny, but now I think it’s a trend.

Guess it's good...

I think it’s the two colors and the lovely font that really do it.

Edit: Stick thinks I may not have been clear enough that this mojito is down the other place.

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Pre-China Travel Note

Dear Hugo and Diana,

Don’t forget that all traffic signs and road markings are purely decorative and should never be used as a guide when assessing traffic patterns.

Love,

Meg

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Directions Home

To get to our new house, walk past the bakery with long lines on the sidewalk and a sweet sticky smell, like sugar and sesame. If you get to the Muslim butchershop, with cow halves hanging from ceiling hooks, you’ve gone too far. Go past the keymakers, you’ll know it by the shiny key blanks on wires in the window and past the streetside tables where the shirtless old men play boardgames and laugh in their throats. Pass the street barbeque stand, and the dumpling shop with steam pouring out of the door, pass the doorway with tiny caged songbirds. Look out for abandoned balls and tricycles on the ground, especially after dark. Anyone taller than me should watch out for our neighbors’ overhanging roof, as well!

If you go the opposite way, and turn onto progressively wider streets instead, you end up by Qianhai lake, and the surrounding bars and coffeeshops, which puts not only brewed coffee, but coffeedrink concoctions involving hazelnut syrup or steamed milk into our daily lives.

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There Goes The Neighborhood

As we carried our bags and boxes down the winding carless alleys to our new hutong home, we passed our new neighbors, grandparents and toddlers having dinner in the doorways and staring curiously at the heavily-laden foreign couple. Stick turned to me and asked “Do you think they’re saying ‘There goes the neighborhood’?”

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