A Great Present!

Mid-Autumn Festival (and an eight-day vacation) is coming up and my teacher’s union gave me a gift card worth $216.30. This particular grocery store delivers, so I’m looking forward to that. The last time I had something delivered, it was from Ikea, my wardrobe doors that I bought for cheap to turn into shelving. I’m still waiting to scrape up enough cash for storage boxes, but I put up the shelves (with plastic trash can supports) and it has made such a difference. Much better than the saggy moving boxes I’d been using.

I really haven’t taken advantage of having food or anything else delivered to the apartment. My favorite rice place is quite far away from my house, and I wouldn’t want anyone having to navigate that on an ebike. Plus, I feel the exercise I get walking a half hour to McDonald’s, or to the little Muslim place nearby helps to negate any calories I might consume.

The food that I HAVE had delivered is whatever I can order through Baopals. But for some strange reason, my new (to me) computer is not allowing me to access Baopals. I have to order on my Chinese phone. It works, of course, but I’m used to having a big screen to scroll through all the choices I have.

Even using Bing (ugh) doesn’t work. VPN, no VPN, I just can’t get Baopals on my newish computer. Oh well.

Jimmy’s Back!

I don’t watch the Jimmy Kimmel show, but I AM glad he’s back. Freedom of speech is extremely important. I thought his monologue was simple, yet brilliant. Catch it on YouTube. He gave shout outs to lots of people. I didn’t know that Erica Kirk had forgiven the shooter, and that moved her up a couple of notches in my mind. Christians make a big deal out of forgiving, and I know if I’d been in her shoes, I wouldn’t have forgiven. I’m too bitchy, bitter and vindictive.

But I hope this incident makes us realize that no one deserves to die for their opinion. NO ONE. The first amendment applies to everyone, even to people whose opinions you don’t agree with. If you don’t like the message, change the channel, turn the TV off, or maybe write a rebuttal to that person–but realize that this great freedom is for all. They can have opinions, and so can you. Walk away, turn off the internet, go take a nap, do something to get the anger out.

Just don’t take it out on another person.

Typhoon Ragasa

Is on her way in. It started raining earlier, but I was able to feed and water Campus Kitten. Her food bowls/plates are gone, but the water bowl was still there. I fed her on my way home, after a somewhat sleepless night.

I’ve been in the habit of watching tons of YouTube, and I leave my computer running all night to videos I’ve watched before; sort of like falling asleep in front of the TV. It’s probably unhealthy to do that.

But I’ve noticed I’m very sensitive to changes in the barometric pressure, which of course I can’t control. If it’s been rainy/gloomy for weeks, I literally have a brain fog. Then, when it changes to sunshine, I’m sleepy for a while, until the weather changes again. I hate it.

So last night, I went to bed rather early, but woke up absurdly early, like around 12:30 a.m. I couldn’t really get back to sleep, so I watched videos and tried to rest my eyes a bit. So when class was over today, I went straight home and didn’t do anything, even though I had plenty to grade.

I’ll get to it.

But because it’s hard for me to sleep sometimes, I take my rest whenever I can get it. And it turns out a gloomy, rainy afternoon and some peanut M&M’s were enough to make me doze off. Now, the question is, will I be able to get back to sleep and be rested for my classes tomorrow?

I wish I could keep my current schedule. It’s awesome, but I’d probably be paid half of what I’m getting now, and right now is barely affordable. The freshmen have military training for a few weeks, and next week I’ll be teaching the rest of my classes. But–after another five weeks, my argumentative class will be taught by someone else, and I’ll be able to snag another day off during the week.

I’m a bit spoiled. But after all I’ve been through here in China job-wise, I’m happy to have great work-life balance, so I’m gonna stay with it.

Campus Kitten!

Still around. Hadn’t seen he/she/it in a few days, but there was a sighting last night. I think 9-10 p.m. is prime time for her. Lots of people take their evening walks from 6-8 p.m., and she’s very skittish around them, even though a fence separates her from the folks on the sidewalk.

Today I had to get a new bank card. I forgot and left the old bank card at home, so as I was going to the bus stop to go back home, I ran into a former student who took me home, then back to the bank. On the way home, I asked if she would stop at Campus Kitten’s usuall hangout so I could feed and water her. We did, and I was able to get my old bankcard and head back to the bank.

Today Was Better

I slept super late and finally went grocery shopping.

I blew my spending allotment for both today and tomorrow, but that’s fine. I’ll spend very little tomorrow and the next day, and be back on track on Wednesday.

I’m bad at math, but I figured out a fun and novel way to keep track of my spending. After I get paid and take care of the bills I need to, I keep track of my bank balance. I then divide it by the number of days until the next payday. I get paid monthly, so it’s a bit of a challenge.

But I figure out how much I can spend each day until the next payday. Today it was $27.50. This amount had actually gone up in the past couple days. So I went grocery shopping today, and blew the budget for today and tomorrow.

To get back on track, it means I can’t spend anything tomorrow. But I think I can do that. Or at least, I won’t be spending $27.50. I can walk to the bank and back tomorrow, and that will save me a few cents. Then, on Tuesday, I can take the bus to school and walk home. That should get me back to being able to spend at least $25 a day.

The object, of course, is to spend less than that. The last couple days, I spent less than half my allotment, which is why the amount of money I could spend each day increased.

But hoping I can spend next to nothing until Wednesday. Then I’ll have to see how much I can spend per day until payday.

It’s a fun way to keep track, and also helps me delay gratification.

So even though I blew my budget, today was a good day. It’s rare that I have a bad day here in China. In the U.S., EVERY day seemed like a bad day. Workplace frustrations, sexist customers, not being able to eat lunch on time (if at all), being physically attacked by customers, oh yeah, retail is a total blast to work.

So the rare bad day in China took place yesterday. I’ll know better than to go swimming on a weekend day. That will help.

Went Swimming Today…

and it wasn’t nearly as relaxing as I’d hoped it would be. My usual pool was having a swim meet, or something going on, so I went to the smaller pool next door. Each lap lane had about eight swimmers in it. China is strange in the sense that people can be really nice, but they aren’t courteous. The fast swimmers don’t take speed into consideration, and will swim so they are right up against your feet. Or, if they go around you, they cut so close that you’ll get hit or sideswiped anyway.

I was so fed up and angry, I only did a half hour today, instead of a full hour of swimming. I really should have gone Friday afternoon. I knew I might be in for some shit if I went on a weekend day. Once the freshmen complete their military training, I’ll have Thursdays off so I can swim and maybe run a few errands. And once the halfway point rolls around, I won’t have a Monday class anymore, so that will make two full days off within the week, and two days on the weekend. Hoping I get a routine going, because I really do love to swim. But it hasn’t been as relaxing because the pool is so full. Even on weekdays.

And it reinforces my urge/desire/dream to have a pool if I move back home. I don’t care if it’s a little 6×8 foot rectangle, I think I can rig up a harness or something where I can lap swim and not constantly have to do flip turns. Ideally, I’d love an 8×24, but financially, I’m not sure where I will be. But I want a pool, by God. I’m tired of sharing a pool with rude people, inconsiderate people, and people who block up the lanes just standing there. To say nothing of the parents with little kids who think lap lanes are the perfect place to teach their young’uns. I don’t care that my mother said pools are hard work to take care of. I just don’t fucking care anymore. I also hate that the physical activities I enjoy doing involves huge pieces of equipment. Why couldn’t I have loved basketball. You find hoops everywhere, and balls are cheap.

But no, I had to be a child with millionaire tastes born to poor parents. I love swimming and there are no pools within walking distance. I love horseback riding, but could barely afford lessons, let alone tack, the horse, money to board the horse, a way to get out to the stable to ride said horse, vet care, farrier, and all the other stuff.

I’m also angry at my former job, which let me go without really any solid reasoning. I was planning to take horseback riding lessons the summer of 2024, but didn’t, once I found out they didn’t want me back.

I wonder how many other people out there got to take music lessons and horseback riding lessons, and always thought when they became adults, they could enlarge that feeling and continue with doing those things. Instead of things getting better as an adult, my childhood remains the best time of my life. Being an adult is an exercise in poverty, and I tend to live in the past because it was a hell of a lot better than the present.

The Package Deal

Mail in China works a bit differently than in the United States. In the USA, everyone has a mailbox, or a mail slot in the door. In the more modern housing developments, you may have a big box mounted on a pole or two. There might be a big box for smaller packages. I’m assuming every house that has a mailbox in that collection has keys. But every house has a mailbox.

In China, I am not sure how much the post office is actually used. In my new apartment complex (new as of last year) every apartment has a box, but no one gave me a key for mine. So my mailbox isn’t secure.

So when one of my debit and a credit card expired, I had to have them sent out. I assumed that since I had an actual mailing address and a mailbox, my cards would get there. Except they didn’t.

I had no idea which local post office had delivery responsibilities for my apartment complex. Finally, I decided I’d have my debit card sent to the university China Post office. Except it didn’t actually have a street address, adding to the challenge. The post office is actually located in one of the student dorm buildings, but the area is just off a main street. But the area has streets, but literally no names. So listing the main street won’t work, because it’s just off that main street.

So I had my debit card sent out again, with a very long, detailed address listing the China Post branch that was located in student dorm building nine, hoping it would get there. I also asked my credit union to make sure my Chinese phone number was on the outside of the envelope. That way, the post branch could call me and I could come get it. Finally, it arrived. I pay most of my stuff via PayPal anyway, through an account I set up before I left home. So mainly the card is there if I want to buy something online, which is rare.

I also had my expired credit card sent there, and it arrived.

A few months ago, I ordered some books from Lulu.com. I naturally assumed FedEx would take the books to the post branch, and I’d be notified they arrived.

Except FedEX is not allowed to go inside the college campus post office. Due to my own stupidity, I didn’t realize I already had an account set up with FedEx and they had sent emails to my email address that I refer as the “spam account” email. I’d gotten emails from FedEx that I knew were spam, and so I never paid attention to those emails, nor did I realize they would be sending me emails regarding my recent package there.

When I finally got around to contacting them, I found out my books had been destroyed at customs in Guangzhou, because I didn’t respond quickly enough. Thankfully, Lulu.com sent out another shipment for free, and I paid attention to my email account and responded promptly to the emails.

I managed to pay the necessary fees by myself, which I’m proud of. Within an hour and a half of paying the fees, I had the books. But because FedEx couldn’t come on campus, they were at the north gate of my university. I thought they were at the gate of my apartment complex. Phoning me didn’t really work, because I’m not fluent in Chinese. But even though I couldn’t understand anything, I had a hunch the call was from FedEx in Fuzhou, because the caller id said the call was from Fuzhou.

So I sent a text back. Then I called a colleague and explained the situation and asked if they would call the local number and see who it was (FedEx, of course). So they arranged to meet the FedEx courier at the north gate of my uni, then get the books to me.

I had forgotten that FedEx couldn’t access the campus. So next time, I may just include my apartment address and have them sent there. At least my Chinese phone number was on the package (I asked Lulu to put it on the package) so I could be contacted.

And so I have my books.

I never realized how tricky ordering things from overseas can be. I regularly order from Baopals, a shopping service started by three expats living in Shanghai who wanted other expats to have the same kind of shopping experience the Chinese have with Taobao. I’ve ordered lots of American foods from there, plus all sorts of other things, and I don’t have a problem with them arriving. There’s something called Cai Niao, a sort of holding center with lots of locations in town. There’s one in my apartment complex, and the way it works is that you order something, and when it comes to Cai Niao, they send a text with the package shelving number. You go to the holding center, look for your package on the shelf, and scan it out, then take it home. It means your package doesn’t sit out in the rain, and it doesn’t have a chance to get stolen. Sometimes my packages come right to my apartment door, so I’m not sure what the criteria is for what comes to the door and what doesn’t.

But not with regular letter mail. And wanting a good solid address, I’d given Lulu.com the China Post location. However, FedEx can’t go on campus.

Knowing this, I may buy more from home, knowing that maybe they can get parcels to my apartment complex, but letters have to go to the post office.

But I admired FedEx for working so hard to get my package to me. I sent them an email of thanks, and also thanked Lulu.com for being so kind. I also thanked my colleague and one of my students, who offered to help me track down the original shipment.

And I would advise people moving to other countries, or who have just landed there, to ask about the postal service and what they would suggest in terms of international shipments. FexEx will always have my heart. You pay more, but if you want it, it’s worth it.

And no, FedEx did NOT pay me to write this.

Where’s Campus Kitten?

Haven’t seen Campus Kitten in a couple of days, but then again, I’ve been visiting earlier than usual.

The bowl of food was empty tonight, so I put some in and also got some fresh water.

I saw the orange cat cross the street the other night. So I don’t know if Campus Kitten is eating the food, or the cat. But someone’s eating it.

Earlier in the evening, lots of people take walks along the street. But 10 p.m. or later seems to be the time when Campus Kitten hangs around the fence. Hardly anyone is walking at that hour, so I’ll go around that time for the next few days and see if he/she shows up.