Now, gentle readers, apropos many requests, a few photos. There aren't any of the actual streets outside because I feel conspicuous enough without pulling out a camera. But I'll get over that eventually, I guess.
People keep giving me random beverages at work, so I'm building up quite a collection. Ramen is good, and those cookie things are absolute rubbish unless you dip them in coffee.
Mike: "If we can't read the warning labels, does that mean they're not bad for us?"
Warning: Don't fall down the elevator shaft.
The shower, which is not as weird as it looks like it would be, other than soaking the toilet seat.
Desk, at home.
Everything I own is red and black.
Out my kitchen window.
Ah. I don't want to be foreign today. A little tired of going into shops and having absolutely no idea what's going on. Everyone is so nice about it though.
Mike asked me last night if I thought it was harder to be a foreign woman or man in S. Korea. I said, woman, without a doubt. He said he thought so too, but wanted my opinion. The thing is, all of the women at my work are really kind, but they are all married with kids and I don't have much in common with them. There is a group of younger men who seem to be more my speed, but they won't say a word to me. Even the lunch room is segregated -- men at one table, women at the other. And as far as either Mike or I know, I am the only woman in Incheon who smokes. And everyone is really, really, really confused that Mike and I are just friends.
"You come with your boyfriend?"
"Yes, he's my friend."
".... He? ...Friend?"
Mike said he has a younger male coworker who asked him to go out sometime, and so he'll ask him if he and some of his friends want to come out next weekend. I'm really not one for actively making friends, but I can't have regular contact with my friends in other places for a while, and I think it would help with the overall feeling of being out of place. A little.