Sunday, July 21, 2013

#18 Accept a job that is out of your comfort zone

Sometimes the best experiences come from the most unexpected situations, and working at the Chinese restaurant where I've been employed since May has been one of those experiences.

To be blatantly honest, I didn't think I was going to like this job. I took it because I needed it to get residency, and they were one of the only places that offered me a position. I don't speak Chinese, I didn't know that much about Chinese food, and I had never worked in a restaurant before. 

From the first day, it was very obvious that this job was going to be way different than the previous ones I've had. All the other employees spoke Chinese except for two, and they clearly preferred to use their native language than English. I felt really uncomfortable butting into their conversations to try to speak to them in English, so I kept to myself most of the time. I worked hard and stayed quiet.

But eventually, I didn't have to figure out a way to speak to them without interrupting. They just started  including me in their conversations. We talked about everything. Food, movies, cultural differences between our two countries, even marriage equality. The day I stayed twenty minutes past the end of my shift because I was watching movie trailers with my coworkers online, I knew that I had finally found my place.

I started feeling included. I started to feel like I was accepted, even liked by my coworkers, and it's amazing how much more enjoyable my job became. No, I did not enjoy disinfecting urinals and scraping rice from the depths of booth cushions any more than I already did (which was not at all), but I no longer dreaded going to work.

Work was still something I had to do, but I realized that I might as well have fun while I was there. Lord knows I have a million funny stories of things that customers have said and done, and of the countless observations I've made about Chinese people, but the most important thing I got out of my work experience was a belief in the idea that, at the end of the day, we're all the same.

Sure, I might not like duck as much as my Chinese coworkers, and we might celebrate different holidays and spend our free time talking to friends back home in different languages, but we all appreciate a good laugh. We all enjoy going to the movies and stepping into a world completely different than the one we know. We all appreciate a sunny day and something sweet for dessert. We're all people, we all breath and speak and work and love. We all have goals and dreams for ourselves, and at the end of the day, it doesn't matter that we come from two completely different places. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

#17 Live with your best friend

So, this summer has been interesting.

This is my first full summer away from home, and I have to admit, it hasn't been easy. I'm trying to gain residency in Missouri so I can start paying in-state tuition and save a heck of a lot of money, and to do so I'm working two jobs. And taking College Algebra. Woo.

I knew this summer was going to be hard for me, especially since the only time I've spent away from home during summers past was at camp, and that's my home away from home. When you spend your days at the same place, with the same awesome girls, you tend to forget you're a whole state away. However, this summer I was pretty aware of the six hours separating me from my friends and family back in Chicagoland.

There's a silver lining, I promise.

Katie and I enjoying the Missouri capitol museum

I've survived this summer thanks to one person whom I'm eternally grateful for, and that is my dear friend/roommate/long lost twin Katie.

We're from the same area, have the same major, love the same teams and even drive the same car. But that's not why we get along so well. This girl is one of the sweetest, most caring people I have ever met. She puts her friends and family first, and lets their worries consume her own. Her compassion is what has helped me stay sane these past two months, and living with her has taught me the true value of our friendship.
Katie and I exploring Devil's Icebox in Columbia, MO

So, I say go for it. Room with one of your best friends, because you won't regret it. If it's someone that truly understands you and accepts all your weird quirks, then they will make the perfect roommate. No fights, no tears (except out of laughter) and you can even share clothes if you're lucky. And take adventures to sonic for your first Oreo milkshake (can you believe she had never had one?!).

Katie and I checking off an item on the Mizzou bucket list

I was blessed enough to meet someone in college who has helped this town feel like home, and I couldn't be more happy with my decision to spend this summer with her. If you're just as lucky, I hope you consider it. It just might make your friendship even stronger.


Katie and I throwing up our sorority hand sign in front of the Missouri state capitol building