You know I barely understand you in person right??? Well... It's WAY WORSE one the phone!!!!

Ahn- Yung- Ha-Seo,

So I believe I've already mentioned that I only work Monday and Tuesdays now at (now called) "Only One American Staff Member- And if You Want to Speak With Her, You Better Make An Appointment- Martial Arts". Just in case I haven't mentioned it before, which I'm sure I did, I only work Mondays and Tuesdays now.  Well, I knew this would be a difficult adjustment for both myself and the Masters, so in the months leading up to the start of my new work hours, I set appointments and warned most of the parents that I would only be around on either a Monday or a Tuesday and that I would be bouncing between studios so it would be difficult to get a hold of me. 

On that first week I, took care of EVERYTHING that needed to be done.  I spoke with every parent and finished all the little things I normally do during the week in the two days that I worked, and left with confidence that mostly everything would be fine as long as the Co-Master didn't panic and RE-DO everything I had set into motion.  (She actually did this went I went on Vacation for 1 week in the summer). 

And so it was FINALLY here, my first Wednesday off in months: I took a nice long shower, cleaned my room, brought lunch to my dad at his work, went for some long needed retail therapy, covered the last 2.5 hours at my dad's store, and got started on a new project that I'd been wanting to do for a really long time.  Then, to my complete indignation, my phone rings at 6:30pm with the co-Master's caller ID; feeling obligated, and slightly guilty for abandoning them, I answered the phone. 

"Yes Ma'am" I say because hello and goodbye are non-existent in her phone conversations. 

"Sah-Boo-Ree-Nah,  Mechew pemily Hah-Goh." (Sabrina, Matthew family [some Korean word she uses after almost everything])comes her voice through my phone, extremely muphled by all the background noice that never seems to bother her. 

"Who?" I say because I have no idea what she said after my name.

"Mechew peh-mily" she says more slowley but still the same amount of unclear as she was before.

"WHO?" I say, completely annoyed because we can barely understand eachother in person, I wish she wouldn't bother calling me because, on the phone it's WAY WORSE.

"Mechew Peh-mily, E-ri-ja-bet, Tah-bi-ta..." she says as she names the children in the family.

"OH!!!!.. ok I know... why?" I ask.

"Uh, Contract-uh- phinish-eh, sign-up?" she aks (if they have finished the sign-up process with the contract)

"Yes ma'am" I say

"How'-suh phay-mont?" she asks (how will they pay?)

"Done" I say

"Done?" she says

"Yes Ma'am, phi-ni-she." I say ;)

"Ok goo' jah" she says (ok Good Job) and hangs up. 

If you didn't understand what I wrote above.... its not your fault cause I barely understood it myself.  ;)  But so goes the fallback occupation of a college graduate who STILL doesn't know what she wants to be when she grows up.

Until next time-

Gal-Keh-Oh!!