1st Blog: Introduction

HELLO
Thank you for taking the time to peruse my blog. This blog was created with the intent of giving me a place to vent, and maybe find people that share similar feelings. When I write, I have a tendency to shoot from the hip, shoot my mouth off, shoot myself in the foot, shoot for the stars, etc. I apologize in advance for anyone I may offend.

No, wait. I take that back. I do NOT apologize in advance for anyone I may offend. At my literary finest, I rarely hold back. When I feel passionate about something, I go 100%. So, no - I do not apologize if my expressions of opinion offend anybody.

Let me introduce myself. I'm a 20-something Korean, raised in America, and now living in Japan. The vessel that brought me from Korea to the states was fate. The vessel that brought me from the states to the Japan is a worthless excuse of a human being I wound up marrying, only to kick him to the curb later. Not to say that fate didn't have a helping hand in my arrival to Japan. Had I not married the piece of garbage that I did, I never would have had the opportunity to meet the wonderful man that loves me now.

I'm a store manager for a dive shop on a military base. So primarily my customers are young, single, rowdy Marines. This demographic often causes me grief, but a lot of them are good for a laugh and are generally good kids. Unfortunately it's not these guys you'll hear about here. (Maybe on occasion, but I'm assuming not often.) It's always the jackasses and scumbags that are the fun ones to write about. (And read about, I assume.)

With a turbulent couple of months recently past, some days I wake up wondering why I suck so bad at life. I am nothing spectacular. Nor am I interesting. But I am a law-abiding, tax-paying citizen that minds her own business. So why does it often feel like everything I touch turns to crap? I am a working-class stiff, scrounging to get by. I know I must not be the only person on this earth that feels they were meant for something bigger. Not bigger in the aspect of religion, or science, or space... just bigger in life in general. But maybe that's just my still-childish outlook. When we were kids, everybody wanted to be an astronaut, or the president, or a some form of celebrity. Nobody ever said "I want to be a lower-to-middle-class blue collar worker that has to bleed and sweat for everything!" Not to say that I'm too good for that classification. Nothing wrong with it at all. But sometimes, when you work like a rented mule to keep your job, pay your bills, and be an overall "good citizen" only to discover nothing you bears any weight in the broad spectrum of things, life gets frustrating.

That having been said, I now wholeheartedly revel in life's small victories. About a month ago, my boyfriend and I defeated our Japanese microwave. No longer does it withold secrets from us. No longer are we outsmarted by an inanimate appliance. When you can't read Kanji, hiragana, or katakana, setting the time/wattage on a Japanese microwave can prove to be very difficult. But it only took us 3 months to figure it out. Victory was followed by high fives, hugs, and a resounding sigh of relief. No longer would we have to push 15 buttons to get the microwave to turn on, or heat something for longer than 15 seconds but less than 10 minutes. Small victories such as this make my world go round. I'd much rather have 20 small victories than one huge one. Not sure why, but maybe I've given up on the concept of a "huge victory".
And so I work. And blog. And blog at work. I'll blog about work, and blog about life. And I hope that you, my friend, shall continue reading.

:::J:::