Friday, April 22, 2011

Want To Work Abroad?

I just read this email newsletter from a magazine focused on supporting women and mothers who work. I couldn't believe how accurate the description was, and I can't agree with this more:

“See the world! Go to exotic locations! It’s an exciting adventure, like a vacation all the time! Or not,” Dr. Robin Moriarty, Managing Director of Kimberly-Clark, Hong Kong, tells PINK.
Though research shows an international assignment can skyrocket a career, “the truth is, international assignments are incredibly amazing and difficult, and they’re not for everyone,” she says.
Even with the family in tow, the situation “can stress a marriage, especially when the trailing spouse is the husband, not the wife,” Moriarty explains.

The past year in China has been stressful in more ways than I ever imagined possible. Culture shock is still real for us every day, and though we've learned enough Mandarin to get by, we encounter frustrating situations almost daily. Here's an example from about two weeks ago...

I was traveling to a local factory (by local, I mean about an hour and a half away) for work. The day before, my coworker asked if it was okay if she left a couple heavy binders at the office, and I could stop at the office on the way to her house to pick them up. I decided at the last minute to take the binders home with me by strapping them to the back of my bike so we wouldn't have to waste time swinging by the office in the am. However, my coworker had already left and instructed the driver to stop by the office.

The next morning I tried to tell the driver we no longer needed to stop to pick up the binders. He didn't speak a word of English, my Mandarin was too poor to communicate, and my cell phone - though it had full power - was mysteriously not working (this happens frequently enough that it's no longer a surprise to me). The driver was new, and having never driven to our office before, he drove to the wrong building, then parked on the side of the road so I could get out and run in.

I tried over and over to tell him I didn't need anything at the office and to continue on, but this only frustrated him. He called a friend to help, but the friend only spoke Mandarin as well.

After a couple of minutes sitting on the side of the road with a flustered driver, I decided the easiest thing for me to do would be to get out of the car, walk into the building (that was not where my office is located), and pretend to do something while there. I stood inside for about 2 minutes, then walked back to the car and got in, telling him it was OK to go on. He started the engine and away we went!

The language barrier for me is a huge frustration every day, and yet, I have no one to blame but myself. I live in China and should learn to speak the language here, but it's so challenging, it's going to take a lot more time and effort on my part to become fluent. I like spending any free time I have with Dean, so finding the time to study the language hasn't been a priority. I'm not even sure how to go about learning it - hire a tutor? Try to get a weekend class? Find something to attend on my lunch break?

Right now my main technique is to carry an Oxford Chinese-English dictionary with me everywhere I go, and when I have a minute, I open it to study words that I wish were in my vocabulary. I figure it's better than nothing, but even as I type this, I'm feeling ashamed that I've lived here for 12 months and still speak so little of the local language.


Thursday, April 21, 2011

One Year Mark

We hit the one year mark for living in China on April 14th. Wahoo! It's been quite an adventure thus far.

Last Friday, Matt cut his finger very badly and had to travel to Hong Kong for emergency reconstructive surgery. Thanks to a huge gust of wind slamming a heavy door that crushed the bone in the tip of his middle finger, he spent two nights in Canossa Hospital on Hong Kong Island. He received 8-10 stitches along with IV's a couple times each day to fight off infection. The staff there were wonderful and took very good care of their patient.

Dean and myself spent Saturday night in a hotel room within walking distance to the hotel so we could visit. The experience made me realize how much I miss the ease and convenience of having a hospital you can trust nearby, like what we had in Atlanta. I mean, we had to have our passports stamped to visit him!

When the Dr. unwrapped Matt's finger for the last time before sending him home on Sunday, he asked me to look at it so he could explain what it would look like if it started to get infected. Dean was in my arms at the time and looked on with a very concerned expression. After contemplating the injury for a minute, he pointed and said "daddy owwww". We laughed and agreed with him. Along with saying new words every day, the little guy is looking more and more like a boy instead of a baby.


Before traveling into Hong Kong on Saturday to visit Matt, I took Dean to a 1st birthday party. The party consisted of several "expat" children from the U.S., a little boy whose parents' are from France, and one Chinese boy. It turned into a pool party when halfway through the parents blew up an inflatable pool from the local Walmart and set it on the balcony outside. Their apartment is on the 21st floor overlooking Shenzhen Bay, which made for a very scenic backdrop. It reminded me of a mini swimming pool on the top of a cruise ship.

Though he was the youngest one to get in the water, Dean was by far the most excited and adventurous. He splashed, jumped, giggled, and even stuck his face under the water a couple times. He was one of the first ones in, and I had to drag him out long after the other kids were dry and on to cake and ice cream. I think we've got a swimmer on our hands. I'm looking forward to weekend pool time this summer!