How does a day in the life of a
non-English speaking immigrant woman sound like? The best thing in
Australia is that you can try that, too and even get paid for it. I
tried cleaning hotels but did not want to keep that job. Now I found
another job, ironing clothes and bed linen. The best job ever, there's
not much money in it but I love it. It's like meditating 8 hours, so
calm and relaxing and I have time to think my own thoughts. Today I
thought that maybe life is like this for many people, especially the
women. They are stuck performing easy, low paid unskilled jobs
because that's all they can find and they need to earn their keep.
And despite all that, these women are
always happy, they always smile. I felt welcome, I mean really
welcome. And I am happy at work. It almost caused an identity crisis
as this kind of thing hasn't happened in a long time. Yesterday we
celebrated the birthday of one of my co-workers, ate cake and the
elderly ladies gave free advise to us ”young girls” to help us
through the rest of our lives. Our boss told us to surround ourselves
with good people and we'll always feel good. It's simple enough
advise, but easy to forget. Moreover, you can't always choose the
people around you.
And while working, we see how the other
half lives. The thing I most wonder about is that someone actually
wants to pay for someone else to iron their camisoles that are full
of holes, Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts that are stained and once-so-nice
sheets that are covered in lint. And someone quite seriously wants us
to iron their panties. Now, that's too much for me, no matter how
nice my Victoria's Secret panties are, if I feel an urge to have them
ironed, I'll do it myself. Having someone else handle them feels
disgusting. Speaking about Victoria's Secret, I think I'll go there
and spend the money I earned this week and eat noodles and tuna next
week. Life is risky business. In Australia I've gotten used to living
on the last penny. Like all the other immigrants here.
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