Wednesday 14 August 2013

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step

千里之行,始於足下

I've packed, I've visa'd, I've exchanged money, I've bought a VPN so I can use Facebook, I've said my goodbyes, I've even re-vamped my China blog in preparation for the switch-over. I'm officially going to China. Again. People are angry (more people than I was expecting actually), but they'll get over it. I've had to make several promises that I'll never leave the country again, so at least I can avoid being detained against my will for the time being. By Saturday I'll be 6,000 miles away, fully prepared for my endeavor but wholly irritated.

Irritated? Why? How could anyone going to spend a year in China possibly be irritated by that prospect (LOL jk, there are bare reasons). But, on a serious note, because, putting the considerable faff and panic aside, this job acquisition has been a nightmare for my personal finances. Bearing in mind that for the past 4 years I've been a student in full-time education, with nothing but the occasional part time job and un-paid internship to recommend me, it is only by virtue of my naturally frugal nature that I've been able to cough up enough money to go on this excursion, the majority of which will not be refunded. I don't maths, but let's calculate, hm? For the sake of my rant.

We'll forget the flights (which will be reimbursed) and the visa (£93, but everyone going to China has to get one, so I'll let it slide), personal expenses are as follows:

  • Sign-up fee: £80 (that's right, I had to pay to get a job)
  • Full medical check: £10 (now, this was only by grace of my doctor, it could have been upwards of £200, like my first visit)
  • Criminal Records check: £69
  • Insurance: £130
  • Various photocopies: At least £1.50
  • Beijing-Sichuan transfer: £170 (we were initially told to bring £50, yeah, right.)
  • UK-China adaptor: £11.97
  • Initial living expenses cover: £350
  • VPN: £47.50
So the moral of the story is, unless you have a spare £500 floating around (+ up to £1000 you'll have to fork out for your flights, not reimbursed till the end of the year) or extremely loving parents, or very rich relatives, or a loan (good luck in this economic climate) you can't be an English Language Assistant for the British Council in China.

However, this post is not having a go at the British Council itself nor the China programme and its set up. I haven't actually started working/training, in fact, I haven't even left the bloody country yet, so I'm not really in a position to comment on that. What I do know is that it's a very competitive programme to get on and I've heard many a good thing (in other words, very few negative reviews). Everything's gone smoothly so far for the majority of people, and I must admit so far the organisers have been very on the ball and willing to help with the most ridiculous of worries. So if by chance you have stumbled across this post looking for an answer as to whether or not you should sign up for ELA China, please do not take this a deterrent. Unless of course you're making your decision solely based on financial incentive. In which case, this is not the job for you.

All I'm saying is that unless you are willing to scrimp, save, keep off the bottle, beg, borrow, steal, or get a job for at least 3 months before signing up, don't sign up. I'll reserve my judgement of the programme for now. But don't worry, there will be judgement.

Just so you know, I will be switching to my other blog - Stories About China - from now on!

Tuesday 6 August 2013

Panic and Play

My personal panic levels have died down somewhat of late as I finally reached the conclusion that worrying about my work permit arriving (or not as the case maybe) on time for me to actually get a visa is something that is beyond my control. So, instead, I've decided to have fun with my indefinite time off. I've been out for lunches, dinners, been to a few parties, gone to museums, I even had a spa day with my mum! Not at all the attitude of someone who is worried about their immediate job prospects.
Charlotte and I at the
Greenwich Maritime Museum




I even learnt how to knit, just like I said I would! Here are my first couple of projects, a pair of Wristwarmers! The colours are a bit naff, but it's my 'practice pair' and the first things I ever really made myself! Super proud. Email me your orders kids.


A snowflake practice thingy that I made
That's right, I can stitch patterns now, and what?
I've had other things to worry about though. In general, I've decided that becoming an adult is too hard and - as a follow on from my last post - as my parents are making it so easy for me, I'm not really sure why I'm being press-ganged into it. For example, I've been convinced that I now have to go out and get something called a "credit card". Now, you may or may not know this, but I'm not exactly a big shopper. In fact, the only time I've ever used one is when my mum has instructed me to pay for something using this card that looks and acts an awful lot like a debit card. I'm so confused I'm actually gonna have to go into my branch and talk to someone. Like, those adverts that are on for Halifax, with the real people, with real jobs who go in, and discuss their finances. Like that. Christ. But I will actually need one, as the most recent application I made for a prepaid multi-currency card thingy was denied because I don't have a "credit rating". What? What are you talking about sir?



The most recent conversations I've had with my friends have all revolved around career paths, marriage and mortgages. We're becoming real people, with real jobs, in the real world. And I have to do lesson plans, because I'm going to be teaching. I was the one being taught a couple of months ago - these people really shouldn't be entrusting the future of their country's children into my sweaty palms. Half the material is on classroom control and actually getting people to talk - as if I have any modicum of power over these people. Remember when I was excited about the lesson plans?  - and the folders? - well I've realised now that these folders will be the means of earning my own living. Earning my own living.  I'm now 22 - and, yes, I am feeling it - but I didn't think I would be being canonblast-ed into responsibility. 

Oh, and Kathy sent me an email today telling me my work permit will arrive by the end of this week. See, no reason to panic after all.

                             WHEN SOMEONE ASKS ME ABOUT MY "CREDIT HISTORY"