(July?/Aug? 2012)
I had a strange experience trying to get customer service in English. I realized just how hard it is for someone to come to another country, not speak the language, and try to make a living off of a lucrative opportunity. I shouldn't be this shocked by it, I tell myself. My people have to put up with this all the time (that statement's a whole other blog). But really, it struck home. Here, we're the dirty foreigners who are invading, causing problems, siphoning money away from local economies, committing heinous and unspeakable crimes, diluting the proud indigenous stock and ruining the traditional culture. It makes me even more disgusted with people who think like that back home, and makes me wish I could put them here in my shoes, in my job, so they could see what its like. Then maybe when they get back, they'll understand why its important to try and accommodate people in at least the most critical aspects, like emergency and government services. And most importantly, stop bitching because you have to press a number for English. I wish I could press a number for any language I could understand, even Spanish. Get over it and be glad you live in such an awesome place, with such diversity. This mono-cultural, mono-ethnic, monolingual stuff is bullshit.
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