Monday, December 29, 2008

Tell me sweet little lies

Parents lie. It’s just a fact of life that you live with. Anyone who thinks otherwise has just never been a parent or has a much better set of rose-colored glasses than I do. They lie to get you to do things, they lie to get you to behave in a certain way, or to not behave in a certain way, and they lie to you … for your own good.

Some lies are harmless. I give you the holy trinity of parental lies: Santa Clause, The Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. All three nice concepts and, if you ask me, totally awesome. I mean they are like The Three Wise Men for kids; one brings toys, the next brings candy and the other brings money. Who can argue with that? At some point the kid world just fades away and you realize that it was mom and dad all along. No harm, no foul. I actually have a friend who says he will not tell his children that there is a Santa Clause. He says it is wrong to lie to children and HIS KIDS will know the truth straight off. I looked at him in total disbelief and asked him what real harm it did him believing in Santa for six or seven years. He told me that it made him not trust his parents. Wow. I made him promise if he is gonna be a dick to at least not make sure HIS kids are not the ones who tell all of the other kids that there is no such thing as Santa – or at least be prepared for angry phone calls from little Johnny and Jenny’s parents.

If you are going to get mad at dear mom and dad for the lies they tell you, why not choose a good one. The older I get the more I resent, and really can’t understand why we were told the following sentence. “You can be anything you want to be…”

BULLSHIT.

It’s a nice sentiment and I get that it is meant to open our little imaginations and push us to succeed, but come on. Kids? You CANNOT be anything you want to be. Sorry, but that’s just the way it is. And you know what? Mommy and Daddy don’t believe that either. Think about the smelly kid. The kid who picks his nose and eats it while gently and carefully painting his D&D set, that kid. You know his mom and dad tell him that he can be anything he wants - but the truth is they just hope he grows up and grows out of his embarrassing habits long enough to get laid. When I was little I wanted to be the following: I wanted to be a singer, an actress, an Olympic Diver, a nutritionist, a writer and Marilyn Monroe.

So let’s break it down.
Singer – yes, I still sing and I get paid for it occasionally. I am not the international superstar that I dreamt I’d be, but there is still time. (Ahem) Actress – I lived most of my life in L.A. and realized the type of person it takes to be an actor and decided that I didn’t want to be that type of person. Not to mention all of the MONEY involved. Getting an agent, SAG card etc… Sure I miss it, and every time I see a play I get a little sad that its not me up there, but such is life. Olympic Diver – Ha! Have you seen what it takes to become an Olympic competitor? Money! Lot’s of mom and dads money! It was NEVER going to happen. Never. Dream shot down before I even made a splash. Nutritionist – Well, I tried. I looked into things read a lot of books. But the fact is that I couldn’t afford college until I was thirty and in the good old USA you should already have a career by then. Sure, I could still go for it, but people in Europe know how to eat. They don’t need someone to tell them the way they do in the states. Common sense. A writer – well…we’ll just have to hold our breath now won’t we. And lastly, Marilyn Monroe. Ok. That one wasn’t gonna happen. I get that now.

But you see my point. My parents and teachers told me one thing my whole life, but in reality just wanted me to study, get a job and work. Not follow my dream as much as do what’s expected. And that bugs me. It happened to me. I spent YEARS being sidetracked into dealing with other people’s ideas and dreams that I begun to think of them as my own. And believe me – I never ever dreamt of being a corporate worker bee drone. Never. Ever. But, I did it anyway. What other options do Americans have?

I have a lot of friends out here in Prague that are between the ages of 24 and 27. They are all having a blast out here traveling, teaching, partying and discovering new cultures and a life that does not have a 9-5 clock involved. They also all have parents that want them to “come home and start living a REAL life”. Uh huh. This is my point. You can be whatever you want to be as long as it fits into the mold. A lot of my friends have gone back to America with no real reason other than they feel they should – everyone else did. It’s sad really. I see what’s going to happen to most of them and it kind of depresses me.

Most of them will go back to America and get a job in sales or something of the like no matter what their very expensive and prestigious degree was “in”. They will get married and have kids and there you go. Some of them will even continue the rouse of higher education and get a Master’s degree, which, let’s face it, you only need if …wait…I can’t think of a reason why you really need one. (But whatever. It’s a Parental Approved waste of time and money – unlike living and working abroad.) And they will do this because they are expected to. Parents need to change their little lie. “You can be whatever you want to be in America and - until you are thirteen. Then you need to start thinking about Colleges and what kind of job you can get. And make sure you choose a profession in which you can support a family – because you will be asked to have one.”

Now, before you bite my head off, there is nothing wrong with that life style – if that’s what you want. Speaking as someone who was forced to live it for years, I kind of wish someone had shown me the way out a lot sooner. It is not for everyone, and nor should it be. Why don’t we stop cheating our youth out of living? I was never once told in High School that I could go to another country and live there. Never. That blows. That was never an option for me. Well, glad I woke up. I am SO much happier here.

I still have dreams, but they are a little different now. I want to write and I think I will be successful with it at some point. I want to open a little Cabaret style theater company here in Prague with in the next few years – and I just might do that too. I want to have a family, maybe, like all of my friends in the states – yes I mean you. And I want to continue to see the world – that is important. There are so many American’s that have never traveled outside of the country. How can we expect them to have an understanding of the world? I have lived in a non-English speaking country for over 2 years now and that has shifted my thinking dramatically. Anyway, I digress.

I guess when I have kids, I’ll want them to have big dreams and go far. But I also won’t feed them a huge line of bullshit. Maybe something like this

You can do whatever you want to in this life. You can be a Doctor or Lawyer if you want. But that means years and years of school and lot’s of money. And you will have your work cut out for you. You can be a musician or an artist, but be prepared for living hand to mouth for a while and having a second job. You can spend the rest of your life traveling if you really want too. Just be happy and live your life on your own terms.

Ahh. That sounds nice. I’ll make a bad ass mommy.

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Sunday, December 14, 2008

James Cook Languages is NOT a good place to work

I love Prague. Even right now as I sit here in my kitchen, a little hung over from last night, I love Prague. I love cooking my Tortellini soup while watching the snow fall outside my window. I love going down town and looking at the big ol Christmas tree in Old Town Square. I love dancing at Blind Eye every Friday night and having brunch the next day with new flat mate Claire. I love Prague. I love bundling up in the winter and the Beer Gardens in the summer. This city takes my breath away. Having lived most of my life in the L.A. area it feels amazing to live in a city rich with history, and a well respected history at that. I never felt a sense of history in Los Angeles probably because there really isn't any. I mean this is a city that constantly tears down its historical landmarks and creates new ones. In 50 years the Disney Concert Hall will be replaced with something new. And that's just the way it is.

And you just have to deal with the way things are.

Having said that, let me explain a little something about living abroad. It's cool and all that, but you have a lot of bureaucratic bull shit to deal with. Like getting a Visa so that you can live and work in said country legally. Some countries make this extremely difficult - i.e. Spain, Germany, England, USA. And some countries like Russia, Poland and the Czech Republic make it, well, not easy but doable. There are lots of forms to fill out and lots of lines to stand in. Basically you have to jump through a lot of hoops before they let you stay here. And that's fine. I am willing to do that. I am going to Berlin on Tuesday (because you have to file for the Visa in a country other than the country you are requesting the Visa for) to submit my Visa paperwork. Gonna be a pain in the ass, but it's just the way it is.

And then there are the little annoying things that happen to you as a foreigner. Like - you get the "asshole" tax when renting a flat. They charge you more because you are American and there is nothing you can do about it. You can get screwed at restaurants and end up paying more because you are American. It happens. I get it. But...you shouldn't be getting shafted by the people you work for.

I have worked for James Cook Languages since I got my TEFL certificate. They are one of the biggest Language schools in Prague - a city that hosts about 100 of them. They pay their MANY teachers an average salary (you can make more at other schools) and charge the businesses at least double what you make for teaching the actual lesson. I have not had any major problems with them until now. Now? We have a problem.

You see, they have started taking taxes from my salary and I do not have a Visa yet. That means that they are basically stealing from me every month. Once I have a Visa I am legal here which means that I am liable to pay into the social system - before that I am a tourist. The system is set up so the employer is screwed for a few months when they hire a foreigner, but that is NOT my problem. That's the way the system is. I don't like being taken advantage of. They told me it was a new "policy". Uh huh. I am doing battle with them to get my money. Other language schools don't do this and if I didn't need the money right away I would quit and go someplace else. But for now all I can do is help out any of you would be English teachers: If yo come to Prague to teach - DO NOT WORK FOR JAMES COOK.

Try these instead: British Institute, Polyglot, Ulrich

I still love Prague and living here, and I am not going to let this bad business practice upset my life, but I know a lot of people read my blog and trust my TEFL/teaching experience so...

That's my little PSA for you. I'll return to my regularly scheduled blog next time. Until then...JAMES COOK = BAD.

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

It's beginning to look a lot like ... A Holiday Sale?

I have never been the biggest fan of Christmas. Sure, I like giving and receiving gifts and I don’t mind the occasional holiday party, but I have never been one of those people who needs to put up a tree, stockings, bake cookies and wear one of those awful sweaters while singing “God Bless Ye Merry Gentlemen”. For me Christmas is a few extra days off and the opportunity to eat, drink and sleep in.

I am not a Scrooge, but I just don’t care that much. I guess my favorite part of Tising the Season are the holiday movies. I love watching "A Christmas Story" and "It's a Wonderful Life", but then again I would watch them even if it wasn't Christmas. Maybe it was all of the years I spent in Choir – forced to start practicing Christmas carols in August. Or, maybe it was all that time spent working in retail. Not only did I have to listen to Christmas songs from about September on, I also got a front row seat in which to view the American people bubbling over with the holiday spirit. Nothing says Happy Holidays like three fat women arguing over one ugly sweater that probably won't be appreciated anyway. The spirit of consumerism is a far greater spirit than that of the Christmas variety. Holiday shopping brings out the worst in people. I have seen clerks spit on, yelled at and cursed out. Merry Christmas to you too jagoff! Just so you know, the people who help you at check out are not actual punching bags. They may look like it, but they are not. They have families as well, and have to go Christmas shopping the same as you. So, be kind. ok? They go home and tell stories about the assholes who yelled at them - that asshole could be you.

I guess I put my warning out a little late. This year it turned deadly. DEADLY! I am sure that you read about the poor security guy at the (evil) Wall-Mart who was trampled to death by people shopping on Black Friday. This man was such a NON ENTITY to people that they stepped on him until he died. That is fucking horrible. A literal doormat - and I don't mean that to be funny. I mean for you to think for a second about the mentality that those people had.

I am sure you also read about the shoot out in a Toys R Us store in California. Holy Baby Jesus! Can we take a moment here? A toy store? Of the many questions I have, the first is - why in the world did TWO people bring guns into a toy store? There is never a reason that would be ok. Alright MAYBE if it were a Zombie attack, but no other reason. Just what a kid needs to see while scoping out her list for Santa. Barbie and a dead guy. Got it.

As long as I can remember it has been like this. I remember my brother and I looking through the giant JC Penny catalog and circling every toy in it – and noting page numbers to Santa to avoid any confusion. I remember the year that people went crazy for the Cabbage Patch Kids doll and the first Tickle Me Elmo. Christmas has always been an American tradition of stuff. I probably would have never noticed if I hadn’t moved to Europe. My first Christmas here was three years ago and I received the following gifts: a bag of gummy bears, an orange and a burned CD of 80’s music. It will go down in my memory as one of the best Christmases I have ever had. Not because I got awesome gifts – but because it really was about all of us being together. We watched “A Muppet Christmas Carol” and looked at the lights on our tilty little tree. It was nice. Sure, the Czech people enjoy the holidays and buy gifts for each other, but not the way that we do. A husband and wife will buy each other ONE present. A child will not wake up to a dozen new toys, but two or three. And that is enough. The point of Christmas here is being together not buying stuff.

And this year for me will be no exception. I plan on spending my Christmas Eve singing Christmas Carol-oke at my favorite bar. I will splurge on Christmas Day and get a sweet treat (Trdlo) from the Christmas Market, and then enjoy Christmas Dinner with my misfit friends at said bar. And that is fine with me. Sure, I need curtains, sheets and other things, but I'll get them myself.

Gifts don't make the holiday. You do.

I guess Mariah Carrey was right - All I want for Christmas is you.

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