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  1. 2 hours ago, RoundRobin said:

    Wouldn’t pretty much all of the jobs in New Zealand and Australia be English speaking?

    That would be my guess.

    1 hour ago, RDCanecutter said:

    I worked in France on an exchange set up by UT. They did all the work for me because I was a grad student. Another time, I found my own job in Mexico (which probably works like half the countries you'd be looking at) after a frenzy of googling. I got a decent job at a Tec de Monterrey campus.

    I had options in both places to stay on and probably do better, the whole deal was a lot more "who you know" than in the US, and my initial jobs had taken me through the visa process so it would have been easy to renew.

    How are you about taking any old job to get your foot in the door? If you could teach programming and English, you could probably find initial work at a number of schools, where you get your paperwork straight, meet people who own businesses, and once they know and trust you, you, who knows where it could go.

    I thought about teaching English. I have 3 children - 2 teens and a toddler, so I would need to weigh the significant decrease in lifestyle on a teacher's pay while I network with area IT leaders.

  2. I know Texas barbecue doesn't need sauce, but I'm curious about what some of the Texas brands of hot sauces and other sauces and rubs are out there to try that I haven't heard of.  I admittedly have a cupboard full of sauces, but I'm always looking for things I haven't tried yet. I'm a sucker for obscure brands, but my favorite so far are these guys in Plano called Das Güd and they are solid. They only have a few things, I think, but I bought their Blueberry Habanero, Garlic Habanero, and Chipotle Mustard BBQ Sauce.

     

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  3. I was a patient of an Eastern Medicine gal in San Diego who could work quick magic on a pinched nerve in my back using a combination of heating pad, therapeutic massage, and acupuncture, but I can't find anyone in Dallas who does all three. If anyone has any recommendations, I would be very grateful (Preferably North Dallas).

  4. 15 minutes ago, Al Bundy's Napoleon Hand said:

    Not nearly to that extent but I can relate to a parent having no qualms to escalating an inconvenience into a public scene. When I was a tot me and my sister were in the back seat of our car during a Sunday drive. Looking back on it now, I have a good idea what happened.

    Waiting at red light, light turns green. The story goes car in front didn't move. My gut is my dad had a trigger palm on the horn. Both doors fly open. Panic. Lock doors. In a snap, both guys are jerking at our car doors, rocking our car back and forth. Me and sis are crying. Dad takes off. These guys chase. Instant insanity. Mom freaking and remembers seeing a constable earlier so hauling ass with strangers in hot pursuit and through sheer dumb luck find him and pull over and babble the 411 just as weirdos hit the brakes and roll by all nonchalant. Constable takes off, followed by the Family Truckster, pulls them over, and 98 pound Constable has to divert his attention restraining my dad (with assist from Mom), from going Alabama fan on Oklahoma fan. End story, both guys had been released from Huntsville that week. I have no memory of it.

    I tried to understand it, but I couldn't. Sorry. Sounds rough.

  5. Dark subject, yes. Just thought I would start a thread to see if anyone wants to share any personal trauma they've experienced that they want to share. It can be hard to shake, but sharing it may be somewhat cathartic.

    For me, mine is going to seem pretty lame compared to most, but my mom was a hard person to be around when I was a kid. She would blow things way out of proportion. Any time we would be in public and she perceived herself being slighted in any way she would cause a scene. She would scream and berate the employee she thought was causing her angst and then transfer that to his or her manager. I just wanted to hide and die. She couldn't care less about how it made people around her feel, but whatever - she got her pound of flesh. She would get mad at my little brother and me for running off and "not having her back" - we were 12 and 10.

    She was also the worst aim with the belt. I came home with a bad progress report in 6th grade. I think I had earned a D in every subject on that progress report and when she read it, she laid me across my bed, took a belt and destroyed my legs and back. My grades did improve, though, so I guess I have her to thank. Confronting her about it as an adult, she says it's the only way she knew how to deal with it.

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