This morning I was woken up by 2 Koreans yelling at each other. It was a little discombobulating and unsettling not knowing what the hell they were talking about.
I doubt we are being served breakfast today because the husband had to go to work. I don't know whether this is a good or a bad thing. Since we didn't get dinner last night I am starving so we ate the last 2 Pop Tarts and some dried Frosted Flakes. They were heavenly.
I am starting to get the very strong impression that the Headmistress/wife of the husband, Pearl is either Bi-polar or depressed. This past weekend she stayed in her bedroom and didn't venture out to even eat her meals with the rest of us. The two times that we saw her she was wearing the same clothes she wore the day before and seemed dazed. Her husband keeps saying the same "I think you should ask Pearl" whenever we ask when we are moving into our apartment. We would def. ask her if we ever saw her. He also says that the reason that she's in her room is that she is sick. BS is all I've got to say. She is avoiding us like the plague and I think it's because she doesn't have a place for us yet. I'm putting my foot down today because I need to have the freedom to cook and settle down into my own place.
Anyway, Erin and I went to Lotte Mart yesterday. It's Korea's version of Wal-Mart. There are sales people in every aisle. It was very odd because the sales people are screaming stuff out loud to get your attention. It reminded me of those old ladies that give you samples at Costco except that this time they were screaming at the top of their lungs as well.
As Erin and I wandered through the aisles we were stared at by every single person. It didn't help that I was taller than the shelves in the store so you could see me from across the store. Some sales people were very excited to help us especially since it meant that they could speak English with 2 Americans. Other times I was met with very hostile stares. Some people were downright rude but since I realized that I could snap them in two I didn't really care. When we went to the shampoo aisle we were approached by 3 sales women who were very eager to help us pick the right shampoo. There were whole families that stared openly or would just stand there and look at us as we tried to pick out our stuff. It was a very very weird and uncomfortable feeling.
After we paid for our things we went into the food court where there was a McDonald's knock off and ate chicken sandwich meals. We had to explain to 2 different people that we didn't want Teriyaki or mustard in our sandwiches. As we ate we noticed a moldy feet smell wafting in around us. The other food shops in the court were selling noodle dishes that reeked. At first Erin and I thought it was us but as we looked around- everyone had dishes that could barely be identified.
When we arrived at our building we realized that it wasn't our building at all. After finding the correct building we found that no one was home. We then tried the In-laws apt which happened to be in the same building. The grandmother got us into the empty apartment. Erin wanted water when we got home so she went through the million different drawers to find 2 mugs. We then drank water to our heart's content. Later that night after the family got home, the father came and told us where to find the mugs. We had never asked him where they were so we wondered how he knew we had looked for them. Erin became suspicious and stated that they must have a camera installed in their apartment.
Anyway, Erin and I went to Lotte Mart yesterday. It's Korea's version of Wal-Mart. There are sales people in every aisle. It was very odd because the sales people are screaming stuff out loud to get your attention. It reminded me of those old ladies that give you samples at Costco except that this time they were screaming at the top of their lungs as well.
As Erin and I wandered through the aisles we were stared at by every single person. It didn't help that I was taller than the shelves in the store so you could see me from across the store. Some sales people were very excited to help us especially since it meant that they could speak English with 2 Americans. Other times I was met with very hostile stares. Some people were downright rude but since I realized that I could snap them in two I didn't really care. When we went to the shampoo aisle we were approached by 3 sales women who were very eager to help us pick the right shampoo. There were whole families that stared openly or would just stand there and look at us as we tried to pick out our stuff. It was a very very weird and uncomfortable feeling.
After we paid for our things we went into the food court where there was a McDonald's knock off and ate chicken sandwich meals. We had to explain to 2 different people that we didn't want Teriyaki or mustard in our sandwiches. As we ate we noticed a moldy feet smell wafting in around us. The other food shops in the court were selling noodle dishes that reeked. At first Erin and I thought it was us but as we looked around- everyone had dishes that could barely be identified.
When we arrived at our building we realized that it wasn't our building at all. After finding the correct building we found that no one was home. We then tried the In-laws apt which happened to be in the same building. The grandmother got us into the empty apartment. Erin wanted water when we got home so she went through the million different drawers to find 2 mugs. We then drank water to our heart's content. Later that night after the family got home, the father came and told us where to find the mugs. We had never asked him where they were so we wondered how he knew we had looked for them. Erin became suspicious and stated that they must have a camera installed in their apartment.
I had my doubts but then today after a lunch of egg with rice, I started looking around the dining area and the living room. Erin noticed domes that were attached to the ceiling. They were white instead of the black ones you see in department stores. They had 1 in the living room and 1 in the kitchen area. That is how we know that they can see us.
I swear that I feel as though I'm in prison. Erin is now wondering if they can hear us too. When she said that I realized that I just didn't care. If they don't give us our apartment then I will continue to speak my mind (in our bedroom of course).
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