Ok.  Whose brilliant idea was it to have apartment doors be battery operated?  As in, when the battery dies there’s no way to get in.  I need to know because I’m going to kill the person responsible for my unexpected brush with homelessness.

Getting home late finding yourself locked out is one thing.  Not being able to call anyone because you don’t have a phone yet because you don’t have an alien registration card yet because Korea is stupid is another matter entirely.

So last night I got to get the real jjimjilbang experience.  That is to say, I slept at the public bathhouse/sauna with a bunch of ajummas.  They were very nice, and I was disposed to like them since they referred to me as agassi (young lady) as opposed to what I usually get, which is waegookin (foreigner).  But then they snored with much gusto and creativity all night long, considerably diminishing my enchantment with the whole experience.

In the morning I finally found a maintenance guy to open my door for me.  It’s sooooo nice to be back in my own room.  If only I didn’t have to go to work in a few short hours.  This was not exactly the relaxing end to my weekend that I had envisioned.