the job
there are over 24 languages spoken at ace. but we all seem to communicate. i am the only white canadian girl...actually, i think i'm the only canadian...born canadian i should say.
to everyone, i am exotic. i haven't ever been hit on so much.
there are a few questions EVERYONE asks me.
where are you from? ("canada", they often look...bemused, so i have to tell them i was born in toronto)
are you married or single? not, are you married, have a boyfriend or single? i think a lot of the cultures at ace don't really date, so you are married, or single.
since i am married, do i have kids? most people don't really get the whole step son thing, so, my husband has a son.
where do i live?
do i like it here?
what did you do before? a lot of people are confused as to why i am working in a factory/doing labor. why would a hot white canadian woman stoop so low? (no one has asked me that!)
i am relieved not to be a server anymore. i don't come home hating my job. i don't want to work there forever, but it's a good job.
i can't wait for more new people though. i'm kinda tired of getting the shit jobs. but it'll pass, so thats ok.
the roll ladies still don't like me. i'm not fast enough, and i'm competition. but that will change too. all the men nod /smile/say hello...
one of the new people who got hired on at the same time as me has kinda latched on. i don't like working with him, but i don't mind traveling towards home with him. his story is a sad one. he has a 2.5 month old son, who was born with a "defective" heart. he has had one surgery, and, as far as i know, has had a second, yesterday morning. they keep pushing it back because he had a persistent infection. faroog's (my new friend) wife is at the hospital 24/7 with the baby. he goes home after work (7/8 am) sleeps for an hour or 2, goes to the hospital for most of the day, sleeps at the hospital, and comes back to work. and on the weekends, he teaches a class on islam. and works. and goes to the hospital. he has been here for a year. he married girl who lives in toronto. he misses his family dearly. and my impression is, that they'd go to pakistan if his son was not ill. i don't get the impression that he begrudges his son or wife for it though. he is a very positive person. trusting in Allah to have things be as they should be. he showed me some pictures of his son. he is a beautiful baby, and i almost cried on the subway seeing all the tubes. poor little gaffer. faroog was not at work the night of the surgery, so i am praying that everything went well. i think he works tomorrow.
i am glad to be there to listen to him. it seems like he needs someone to listen. even if i am a white christian lady!
to everyone, i am exotic. i haven't ever been hit on so much.
there are a few questions EVERYONE asks me.
where are you from? ("canada", they often look...bemused, so i have to tell them i was born in toronto)
are you married or single? not, are you married, have a boyfriend or single? i think a lot of the cultures at ace don't really date, so you are married, or single.
since i am married, do i have kids? most people don't really get the whole step son thing, so, my husband has a son.
where do i live?
do i like it here?
what did you do before? a lot of people are confused as to why i am working in a factory/doing labor. why would a hot white canadian woman stoop so low? (no one has asked me that!)
i am relieved not to be a server anymore. i don't come home hating my job. i don't want to work there forever, but it's a good job.
i can't wait for more new people though. i'm kinda tired of getting the shit jobs. but it'll pass, so thats ok.
the roll ladies still don't like me. i'm not fast enough, and i'm competition. but that will change too. all the men nod /smile/say hello...
one of the new people who got hired on at the same time as me has kinda latched on. i don't like working with him, but i don't mind traveling towards home with him. his story is a sad one. he has a 2.5 month old son, who was born with a "defective" heart. he has had one surgery, and, as far as i know, has had a second, yesterday morning. they keep pushing it back because he had a persistent infection. faroog's (my new friend) wife is at the hospital 24/7 with the baby. he goes home after work (7/8 am) sleeps for an hour or 2, goes to the hospital for most of the day, sleeps at the hospital, and comes back to work. and on the weekends, he teaches a class on islam. and works. and goes to the hospital. he has been here for a year. he married girl who lives in toronto. he misses his family dearly. and my impression is, that they'd go to pakistan if his son was not ill. i don't get the impression that he begrudges his son or wife for it though. he is a very positive person. trusting in Allah to have things be as they should be. he showed me some pictures of his son. he is a beautiful baby, and i almost cried on the subway seeing all the tubes. poor little gaffer. faroog was not at work the night of the surgery, so i am praying that everything went well. i think he works tomorrow.
i am glad to be there to listen to him. it seems like he needs someone to listen. even if i am a white christian lady!
posted by becca at 3:07 AM
2 Comments:
a really wonderful post.
- rain
What a fantastic insight to your world right now, Bec - thank you so much for sharing it.
I'm glad Faroog has you too - you're an excellent listener, genuine and caring - *hug*
Love,
Tan
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