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Earlier this week, Chad mournfully told me in an email that his big, bushy beard was apparently intolerable to Koreans. His employer made him cut it off, perhaps afraid that it would scare the smaller children, and Chad warned me to prepare my luscious goatee for a similar fate. He looks somewhat like a turtle without his beard, which is quite the handicap when attempting to pull off the Burly Canadian Lumberjack schtick in a faraway realm. Chad is currently a Burly Canadian Turtle.

I look equally hideous without facial hair (see last Halloween), so I decided to spice myself up tonight in the desperate hopes that perhaps I would be such a paragon of beauty when I arrived before my Korean superiors that they would allow me to retain my goatee. Well I got a little overzealous and now I'm sporting a tiny tuft of hair jutting out of a big fat chin. I'm a monster. I look like a French male prostitute.

You're so vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain (you're so vain).

On the plus side, when they inevitably tell me to chop off my grotesque sprout of remaining hair before teaching, because of 'corporate aesthetics' or 'negative employee voodoo' or whatever, I'll know that they're really just trying to do me a favour. They'll be feeling bad for me, the stupid new Canadian with the billy goat face.

PS: I am trying to be jovial, but I'm actually pretty apprehensive. I'm a little skittish, a little freaked out, a little excited, a little scared. I'm definitely more than ready for this ESL ride to finally get off the ground. There's always a crucial point where you have to stop talking and thinking, and start doing. I apparently like to let that point sneak up on me in the night, like a hashassin or the Tooth Fairy. Guess we'll see what's what from the far side of the world, huh?

Posted by Chris at 02:40 AM >> Commentations (1)