Changing homes, possibly jobs

This weekend is the big move: out of the palatial Hakim residence to my smaller but more desirably located apartment. That happens Sunday. Through very half-assed job searching I came across a company called “level” [http://www.leveldisplay.com/ from their website: Level is a Chinese owned and operated company specializing in design, fabrication and coordination of exhibition & marketing events in China since 1995]
that wants to interview me, so I thought, why not. Hakim says it is worth a trip out there, and out there it is, in Haidian, the northwest corner of the city [and I’m in the northeast]. Like if I lived in Manhattan this job would be in Scarsdale. [or something]. So I’ll go check it out and see if it’s worth the schlep out there, at least for a bit, anything different from what I’m doing now would be great.
Been a bit sick the past couple days, a strange sickness that only really manifested itself yesterday as ‘la duzi’ literally spicy tummy, the same spicy as the restaurant [spicy mother in law]. Only one day, it wasn’t too bad, but it did drive me back to Carrefour to search for simple American fare such as eggs [not kept in the refrigerator section but next to the crackers and candy] and bread [white is the only choice] and peanut butter and Campbell’s imported from Australia soup, which cost half as much as my new pillow [the pillow was $5, so the soup was pretty much ridiculously priced comparatively]. Nothing like some hydrogenated oils and MSG to get that tum back on track! I am actually feeling better tonight, headed to a networking event this evening.
I joined the local LGBTQA [A is for alliance] group, mostly because the only lesbians I know started the group, and one Chinese boy wrote to a member of the group:
> There is just one thing that I wanna say: I am not gay. I am quite straight. Just 2 co- founders are my best friends. I wanna support those 2 lesbians. They are cute.
> By the way, are you homosexual or straight?
> Chen

So cute! I love how genuine those Chinese are about those questions. Ha! Ok, gotta go finish my soup and get out of this house, the only contact I’ve had in a couple days is the woman standing SO CLOSE behind me at Carrefour. Why does she need to stand so close? Does she notice how generously I give the man in front of me his personal space? Is there a reason you need to be constantly touching my backpack and my elbow? Would you like it in your face? OK, put your aggression away. It’s just shopping in China.