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UUliaUliiaa · 26 de out. de 2011Ler

Despite all the difficulties, it all made me the happiest person who can proudly say I am a winner! Everything worked out and I found so much more in my life. I will always remember those days in Salisbury, the ocean surf in Ocean City, the warm water of the Gulf of Mexico at Playa Bagdad, and all the knowledge I gained will guide me further in life. I miss the hot and delicious barbacoa that turned me from a vegetarian into a meat-eater, the avocado tacos from the neighbor's garden... I knew I had to return and thought everything would be elementary and easy. But one day I realized I was feeling something so epic that I had never felt before that moment. I packed my bags and thanked the family that helped me so much, and Gek and I left for the border... Tears blinded my eyes. I just walked up to my closest person and said I love you. I dropped 25 cents into the machine and went through the turnstile... I looked at him and he was crying too, just like me. I was moving away, but we kept looking at each other... I shouted that it had to be this way, but I will return, you know that... just believe and don't give up! Never give up... The plane carried me further and further away, and I clutched what had become my treasure... the little plush mouse that was Hector's only toy. And he kept my rabbit and the large children's drawing on the wall of my room... I drew it so that when he woke up, he would see it and want to do something today that would bring us closer again... After all, we never give up!

UUliaUliiaa · 26 de out. de 2011Ler

The situation in the team was escalating, and the boss started getting stressed too. No one wanted to train me, so I learned on my own, and naturally, the quality sometimes suffered. A new mass of innovations was piled on me that wasn't in my job description. Problems with housing appeared when I found out about the sublease I had fallen into. I wrote a petition and went to the employer. Why should a waitress who was so 'needed' have to clean toilets, and why am I only on the official shift schedule for the second week? Why does the contract state free housing when I'm paying $200 a month and getting kicked out by the boss's friends? Why was my work uniform bought at my own expense, which, after 10 days of 2 weeks of 6-hour shifts, only added up to $30 in small change tips... what a pamphlet...! It just doesn't work like this here, girl. I realized that alongside the law, there is an unspoken side to it. I tried different methods of discussing problems, but to no avail. So what to do, give up and quit everything? That's not right, you have to fight!!! And I launched a similar campaign solo. Financially, I was already suffering losses, as I never received my $3.25/hour salary. Don't make such mistakes! Always record your arrival at work and its end, don't clock out before you finish everything along with 'side work', otherwise your labor will be unpaid! When it comes to rent, check the property owner, don't get hooked on subleasing, sign contracts, otherwise you are a nobody. To calm my nerves on the weekend, I went to Ocean City. My further path came to me on its own - a need for movement arose, and within 5 minutes I was holding bus tickets from Ocean City to Washington D.C. on the day I received my Social Security. I applied for it back in Salisbury, after wandering lost in an empty city without pedestrians for several hours until I found a kind person at a gas station who gave me a ride there))) At work, I asked the boss to sign a resignation paper that I wrote myself since there is no standard. There was little to take, and I never waited for payment for my labor. I had nowhere to spend the night, but I was lucky to be picked up by a waitress. She drove a Jeep and lived in a trailer packed with expensive equipment and hungry children who eat scrapple from scraps at night and are happy with regular apples from a health food store... Where is this American dream... is this really its manifestation? I received my Social Security and sat on a huge bag by the ocean. I met a woman from Poland who came there at 19, and now she has a daughter... an American. I also talked to an ordinary homeless man at the station who put every last cent into his mother's surgeries and was left with nothing. I saw a Red Light District right at the exit of the city... Is it all about the perception of life, or maybe that's how it was, I couldn't figure it out. I left, and my road led to Texas and Mexico. I had nothing to lose, and I was lucky to have Mexican friends at the border, or rather a Friend with a capital F... The plane was from Ronald Reagan National Airport. I got off at the bus station at Union Station and entered a world of tall buildings and very different people, like a Mexican taxi driver who promised the airport for 50 bucks when the subway there costs 1 dollar and 80 cents... I planned the trip carefully, including the subway;) http://www.wmata.com/

UUliaUliiaa · 25 de out. de 2011Ler

Oh, Great Student! How many roads you have traveled and how many sneakers you have worn out! This blog is just for you, because you are a separate category of the population of this one big country called Planet Earth! I always felt that this would be a turning point in my life, because everything that happens in it teaches and changes us! My path led me to Salisbury, Maryland, to a position as a waitress at the God-forsaken South End Grill restaurant. Everything went smoothly from the very beginning, when I was still writing huge letters to my boss with various questions about work, to which answers came in Turkish, and people of the corresponding nationality kept calling my phone trying to explain that everything is gonna be fine guys))) This sweet Turkish family picked me up at the Baltimore airport and took me to my new home! Everything was so new and interesting that by morning I had already jumped out to work to the joyful shouts of still-sleepy American drivers, who had seen few pedestrians in their entire lives, and I walked with local squirrels and rabbits for a Ukrainian Snickers as a token of gratitude. The work was not hard: smile, take orders, do small kitchen chores, set the table, and handle the bill. But there are as many opinions as there are people on how to do it all right! Being the daughter of an epidemiologist with a Soviet upbringing, it is unusual to see fried sausages dancing through the air to the floor with croutons, which are immediately served by waitresses with a smile and full confidence that it is safe to eat. There were also minor conflicts with American colleagues. The thing is, there were many of us, unlike the customers. It was the "slow" season: the entire infrastructure of the city relies on Salisbury University, whose corridors are empty in the summer. Restaurant customers were served in turns, which were not always followed - regular customers "want" only certain American waitresses. The schedule was made by the oldest of them, who naturally took her compatriots "under her wing" and gave them the busiest hours early in the morning. It was easy to understand why: for them, this is a permanent job, unlike for "summer" students. I was surprised by the lack of desire to strive for something more than a waitress job in a restaurant, which, although it could buy a Jeep in a couple of months and pay huge money for rent. Most of the city moved to Ocean City, which is a very famous American resort that I visited more than once. There was no more work in the city; it was empty and frozen in anticipation of autumn. I decided to expand the boundaries of my worldview and go on a bus trip to Ocean City. The city with 5,000 indigenous residents and 320,000 tourists in the "high season" and another 5,000 students from CIS countries struck me with its modernity and the ubiquitous Russian language, familiar faces of compatriots. People were just walking the streets, and someone even whittled a log and swam with a stick in a quiet bay. After all, there is no limit to originality and individuality... For the first time, I saw the ocean with big waves that cover you over your head, just like your emotions. I saw a lot and inquired about work, of which there was little left. For those who went with job offers, life turned out more or less okay; for those who looked on their own, everything was much more brutal and difficult. I realized that I need to stick to what I already have, but then how can there be progress?