On to the next one

25Nov09

Perhaps Jay-Z isn’t the best medicine for a headache.

I think it is almost pass time for me to move on. I’ve been doing my current job, English Conversation teacher, for about 4 years now. I like this job, but I, partially due to the nature of the language industry in Japan, am growing more and more certain that is time for me to go.

Perhaps…

…perhaps the throbbing in my head that Japanese medicine seems completely powerless to stop is swaying my mind. Scratch that. The throbbing is obviously driving my mind like a stampeding herd of (something that stampedes) to the obvious conclusion:

I got to get out of this country, but the U.S. is definitely not high on my list of must return to quickly countries. So I have been auditioning various countries. Actually I have two countries in mind right now. They both have equal good and bad points. This decision is so difficult.

First on the list is Canada, ideally the Vancouver area. The fine people of Canada speak English for the most part and have a flourishing language industry. (That’s one point for a bitch being able to work.) Also laws concerning marijuana are somewhat more lax than in the USA. (Two points for a bitch smoking out.) It is potentially colder than the Seventh level of Dante’s Hell. (Negative three points for a bitch freezing to death.)

The second country auditioning is France.  With proper pleading, blow jobs, and a fair bit of competing job applicants experiencing…um, fatal accidents I could maybe land a job in a school or something. (One point for possibly working.) Believe it or not, I don’t sometimes, I actually took three years of french in university which I have mostly forgotten. So theoretically I could get my french speaking ability to a functional level by taking a few courses and re-befriending the cute, bi, married, french guy in my company. He’s trilingual and oh so cute. (Two points for a communicating bitch.) I am so uninterested in Europe. (Negative three points for a bitch screaming Boo at the Eiffel Tower.)

Do you see my dilemma? I can definitely get a job in another developed east asian country, but  I think it safe to say that I have sufficiently tasted the yellow portion of the man rainbow.

Will that statement make me go to Hell?

While I am thinking about the rainbow, what color would the french be? Green? How about Canadians? Golden, syrupy brown? You’ll never find that crayon in your child’s box.

This demands research.

Anyone else have any suggestions on where I should move to? I am pretty flexible.

Shit! I just rubbed lotion in my eye!

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