Things I loved in 2008

This is an idea I got from a different blog...but I love it! These are things I loved this past year.

1. The Wire (I am just starting season 2)
2. Eating this: black beans + tomato sauce+ plantain+an assortment of veggies on brown rice. I want to eat it for every meal.
3. Living with someone else! Its much warmer in the winter. The flip side is its much warmer in the summer too, and you know how hot I gets!
4. My new routine at the YWCA. I am going to get a new routine every single year, I am. When someone else tells me what to do I am more likely to do it. You don't want to let anyone down do you!? Maybe that is why it works
5. Going to Mexico, I loved it! I love the ocean and the sun. I wish I was there...I can't go this winter though. Too broke, but maybe sometime I can get to an ocean this year.

the people at the Kiosk at the MOA

I noticed that all of the workers at the kiosks at the Mall of America are Israeli. I recognized the accent, and the other day I asked one where he was from.

It didn't make sense that these people were working legally in the USA, its really hard to get work visa!

I googled it. Apparently kiosk workers all across America are Israeli. I found this in the Jewish Journal:

"Keren got the job while she was still in Israel. "You go online," she says, "and you go into a chatroom and there are messages. Want to work in the U.S.? Want an awesome job before Christmas? And you click on it and you have an e-mail address and a Web site sometimes, and a contact person. So you call that person and they tell you how great the job is, how much money you're going to make in a short time and they schedule a meeting with you [in Israel].

"And then after the meeting, if you're interested in working for this company, they'll make the connection between you and the head of the area in the United States, whether you want to go the East Coast, West Coast, North, South, all over the place. Tennessee, Kentucky, Texas are really big on this. So is Florida. And New York. The people from the company help you with the flight arrangements and everything."

Keren says that she paid her own way, about $1,000 for a round-trip ticket. When she arrived in New York, "there was an interrogation of 45 minutes. U.S. Customs officials already know that lots of Israelis come to work during the months before Christmas. They know we're not normal tourists, so they treat us differently. It's not easy to get in."

But she did get in, then flew to a Southeastern city, where someone from the company picked her up at the airport.

"He took me right to the apartment," Keren says. "There were four of us, all young Israeli women, living in a two-bedroom apartment and each girl paid $500 per month rent to the people that hired us. I arrived, they introduced me to everybody. You get to know everyone at the mall, and it turns out to be a little Israeli community; everybody knows everybody, becoming good friends with them.

Each apartment gets a car. So even though you go on your own, soon you're part of a community and somebody's protecting you all the time. They make sure you have food, you have gas, you have everything you need."

Usually, the companies that employ Israelis sell "either those small pillows that you can heat in the microwave and they're like a massage when you put them on your neck. Or they sell Dead Sea products, the mud, stuff like that.

"The people you work for, they teach you what to do, how to sell the products. You have a set pitch. You memorize it word by word. Even if you know nothing at all about the product, if you do the pitch word by word, people will buy it. The products you sell, you can buy them in Israel for $10. Here in the U.S. people pay $60, $70."

When Keren says this, there's an undertone of condescension toward the naive American shopper, who's willing to fork over big bucks to buy mud and salt from the Dead Sea.

Keren says she made good money. "Sometimes as much as $800 in a day. My friend worked three months, then went back to Israel and paid for four years of college, a car and an apartment. The kind of money you could never make in Israel."

But there's tension all the time. "When you're working at a kiosk, every person who sits nearby for more than a few minutes, you suspect they might be immigration. So you walk away without attracting attention. Any time you see a police car in the loading area, you get nervous. You think there's going to be a raid. Sometimes you get advance warning. Every one of these kiosks has one or two legal employees. They're the ones that remain when they think a raid is about to take place. Every time we were driving and someone was following our car for more than three blocks, we'd get scared."

So, there you go. Kind of what I guessed.

Favorite sounds

Here is a list of some of my favorite sounds

shaking a box of matches
breaking ice on a puddle
that swoosh sounds at the start of HBO shows
the heater kicking in