Sometimes I wonder, if I ever go back to the states and want to get a job, what would I say? What are my qualifications? Right after I graduated, we moved to Asia. I know I have mad jewelry skilz, I escorted Mrs. Cheney through the pearl market in Beijing. Hmmm, what else? I can navigate the most hostile traffic snafus in a minivan. I've picked up enough Chinese to tell people to leave Boo alone, yell at drivers who want to run me down in the crosswalk, and haggle over prices in the market. I can look the other way when a child is peeing in the produce section of the grocery store and get on with my business. And, most importantly, I can provide food for my family under the most extenuating of circumstances. I can't adequately describe what it is to shop in the grocery stores here in Chengdu, so I put together a little visual for your pleasure. Without further ado I give you the meat bins.
Now, because youtube is in a frenzy over Veggie Tales copyright laws, you may not be able to view this in the U.S. Hence, the back-up dropbox option.
I've determined that to navigate the meat bins takes real skilz, and anyone able to make healthy, non life-threatening meals for their family in Chengdu is worth their weight in gold. So take that future employers.
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