Q. ever since I was in school,Ive always wanted the american life,
the school,uni,the houses,the luxury lifstyle.
I want to live the american life so badly!!! I think about it everyday,Im in my 20's so its not a teenage phase.I only watch us tv,I love programmes like the O.C,Gilmore girls,the hills,friends,scrubs
is it what it's cracked up to be?
the school,uni,the houses,the luxury lifstyle.
I want to live the american life so badly!!! I think about it everyday,Im in my 20's so its not a teenage phase.I only watch us tv,I love programmes like the O.C,Gilmore girls,the hills,friends,scrubs
is it what it's cracked up to be?
Answer
No, I've worked for 12 months the USA and the US isn't all what it's cracked up to be. Or is like in there movies and TV shows, believe me it's totally the opposite.
No one there even looks, dresses or acts anything like the actors you see on there TV shows. The schools, houses, clubs etc are all just film sets. Most all of the outdoor and location filming is all done in Canada.
As for luxury lifestyle, the wages they pay in the USA are disgustingly low compared to many other countries. They are under a third of what they pay in mine and in many countries. Women working in the USA get paid even less than this.
I make over 250k plus a year working in Australia, so you couldn't even imagine. How totally shocked I was after being head hunted and offered a 12 month contract job in the US. When I received my first pay check, it was a absolute joke.
Even if your a semi or professional trade skilled person you need to work two jobs, to make a decent weekly wage. I earned more an hour, when I was a first year apprentice in the skilled professional industry I work in. So I truly felt financially poor the whole time working there, with having a mortgage, being paid under a third of my yearly income.
Also there are no employment protection laws or unions, nor equal employment opportunity or equal work place condition laws in the United States. Most people in the US live pay check to pay check, tips and commission, and/or on government assistance and food stamps.
Pray you never get sick or injured, until your health insurance waiting period kicks in, and read the fine print.
It cost me almost two grand to be treated at a hospital when I sprained my wrist.. Finding the medical insurance I was paying didn't cover injuries like this. I was told by the triage nurse if I didn't have the money up front, I wouldn't be treated at the hospital or even given a pain killer, for the pain. On the bill, I was charged A$80 just for one Panadine forte, I had while waiting to be seen.
As for schools, most Americans choose to have there children, home schooled. Because most state schools are under funded, run down and have police and security guards patrol, bag and metal search students.
The educational curriculum, taught in American state schools is very low. What they teach US students in the fifth grade, is what is taught in the second grade in all state schools in mine and many country's.
If you can handle, being openly discriminated, the gun crime, being mugged, bashed or robbed, police yelling profanity pointing guns at you, bad fashion, watching FCC modified television and nothing open on Sundays.
Also being able to find two jobs, affordable accommodation, so you can eat and pay monthly utility, phone, cable, net and medical insurance coverage, from a low paying wage. Which over three and a half million, middle class skilled Americans living in tent cities all across the USA or in there cars can't even find.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVwG01-bogE
All I pretty much did was work 80 -90 hours a week, just to cover utility bills, gas to get to and from work and live in a decent apartment in a low crime area, nothing much else.
Give it a go, I suppose, it depends on the person or which country they come from, if they would like or consider living there.
No, I've worked for 12 months the USA and the US isn't all what it's cracked up to be. Or is like in there movies and TV shows, believe me it's totally the opposite.
No one there even looks, dresses or acts anything like the actors you see on there TV shows. The schools, houses, clubs etc are all just film sets. Most all of the outdoor and location filming is all done in Canada.
As for luxury lifestyle, the wages they pay in the USA are disgustingly low compared to many other countries. They are under a third of what they pay in mine and in many countries. Women working in the USA get paid even less than this.
I make over 250k plus a year working in Australia, so you couldn't even imagine. How totally shocked I was after being head hunted and offered a 12 month contract job in the US. When I received my first pay check, it was a absolute joke.
Even if your a semi or professional trade skilled person you need to work two jobs, to make a decent weekly wage. I earned more an hour, when I was a first year apprentice in the skilled professional industry I work in. So I truly felt financially poor the whole time working there, with having a mortgage, being paid under a third of my yearly income.
Also there are no employment protection laws or unions, nor equal employment opportunity or equal work place condition laws in the United States. Most people in the US live pay check to pay check, tips and commission, and/or on government assistance and food stamps.
Pray you never get sick or injured, until your health insurance waiting period kicks in, and read the fine print.
It cost me almost two grand to be treated at a hospital when I sprained my wrist.. Finding the medical insurance I was paying didn't cover injuries like this. I was told by the triage nurse if I didn't have the money up front, I wouldn't be treated at the hospital or even given a pain killer, for the pain. On the bill, I was charged A$80 just for one Panadine forte, I had while waiting to be seen.
As for schools, most Americans choose to have there children, home schooled. Because most state schools are under funded, run down and have police and security guards patrol, bag and metal search students.
The educational curriculum, taught in American state schools is very low. What they teach US students in the fifth grade, is what is taught in the second grade in all state schools in mine and many country's.
If you can handle, being openly discriminated, the gun crime, being mugged, bashed or robbed, police yelling profanity pointing guns at you, bad fashion, watching FCC modified television and nothing open on Sundays.
Also being able to find two jobs, affordable accommodation, so you can eat and pay monthly utility, phone, cable, net and medical insurance coverage, from a low paying wage. Which over three and a half million, middle class skilled Americans living in tent cities all across the USA or in there cars can't even find.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVwG01-bogE
All I pretty much did was work 80 -90 hours a week, just to cover utility bills, gas to get to and from work and live in a decent apartment in a low crime area, nothing much else.
Give it a go, I suppose, it depends on the person or which country they come from, if they would like or consider living there.
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The driver of the van tapped her hands across the dashboard while humming gently to herself.
âStop that.â The woman sitting next to her said, with more than a hint of annoyance and impatience in her voice. Complying with the order she held up her hands in a gesture of compliance.
âSorry Janey.â The would-be musician replied, breaking the few seconds of somewhat uncomfortable silence.
âJust stay focused on what we came here to do. We canât afford to mess this up.â Janey replied, not breaking her gaze off the front of the apartment complex they were parked across the street from.
In her early 30âs and standing six feet tall with a toned and muscular frame Janey, or Jane as she preferred, cut an imposing figure. The scar stretching from her cheek to under her left eye added to the intimidation factor she possessed. Violet, sat in the drivers seat, was a less imposing figure. At 5â8 Jane towered over her and was clearly the dominant one of the pair.
âThere!â Jane said, her calm façade almost slipping as a man exited the luxury apartment complex. Violet strained her head to catch a glimpse of him and was impressed with what she saw. Blonde hair, six foot tall, obviously in great shape and very, very handsome. He was dressed in a light black sweater and a pair of designer jeans. A Two Tone Rolex Daytona watch on his left wrist completed the look.
âMr Shannon Trevor. Looks like our old friend had done very well for herself.â Said Violet, with more than a hint of envy in her voice.
âAttractive and rich.â Said Jane agreeing with her partner. Pausing for a few more seconds Jane waits until the young man begins walking up the sidewalk in the opposite direction from where they have parked. âOk, be ready.â She ordered as she stepped out of the van to follow him. Violet turned the key in the ignition as Jane walked a brisk pace in pursuit of him.
Within seconds she had caught up to him. For what needed to be done she required Mr Shannon Trevor to be standing still and close to her.
âOh, excuse me.â She said politely jogging the last few paces to stand beside him. âIâm sorry to bother you but you wouldnât happen to have the time, would you?â
âYeah, I do.â He said flashing a smile. Checking the Rolex he replied âItâs actually just gone te-unggggghâ¦â¦..â The sentence remained unfinished. As he brought his watch up Jane took one step toward him while reaching in to her jacket pocket and with one fluid movement produced a syringe which she jabbed in to his neck.
Other than a gasp of pain he had no time to react. In less than a second his eyes fluttered and he collapsed into Jane who caught him awkwardly before gently lowering the unconscious man to the ground. Crouching and propping his body up, she quickly scanned the surrounding area to make sure no-one had saw the attack.
Satisfied that she was in the clear she turned to see Violet pull the van up next to her and the unconscious man. With almost no effort she stood up and pulling her target by the wrists hauled him to his feet before letting him fall limply over her right shoulder. Walking to the van she opened the side door and placed him gently on the floor. She closed the door as she sat herself beside him.
As the van pulled away she took a moment to study the man she had just snatched off the street. He was out cold and would remain that way for some time. Running her hand over his torso she could feel the hard muscles through the light sweater and smiled to herself.
âYou were right Violet, Dee has done very well for herself.â
âDo you think weâve got her attention.â
âOh, Iâm sure we have. If this boy toy of hers canât force her out of hiding, then nothing can.â
The driver of the van tapped her hands across the dashboard while humming gently to herself.
âStop that.â The woman sitting next to her said, with more than a hint of annoyance and impatience in her voice. Complying with the order she held up her hands in a gesture of compliance.
âSorry Janey.â The would-be musician replied, breaking the few seconds of somewhat uncomfortable silence.
âJust stay focused on what we came here to do. We canât afford to mess this up.â Janey replied, not breaking her gaze off the front of the apartment complex they were parked across the street from.
In her early 30âs and standing six feet tall with a toned and muscular frame Janey, or Jane as she preferred, cut an imposing figure. The scar stretching from her cheek to under her left eye added to the intimidation factor she possessed. Violet, sat in the drivers seat, was a less imposing figure. At 5â8 Jane towered over her and was clearly the dominant one of the pair.
âThere!â Jane said, her calm façade almost slipping as a man exited the luxury apartment complex. Violet strained her head to catch a glimpse of him and was impressed with what she saw. Blonde hair, six foot tall, obviously in great shape and very, very handsome. He was dressed in a light black sweater and a pair of designer jeans. A Two Tone Rolex Daytona watch on his left wrist completed the look.
âMr Shannon Trevor. Looks like our old friend had done very well for herself.â Said Violet, with more than a hint of envy in her voice.
âAttractive and rich.â Said Jane agreeing with her partner. Pausing for a few more seconds Jane waits until the young man begins walking up the sidewalk in the opposite direction from where they have parked. âOk, be ready.â She ordered as she stepped out of the van to follow him. Violet turned the key in the ignition as Jane walked a brisk pace in pursuit of him.
Within seconds she had caught up to him. For what needed to be done she required Mr Shannon Trevor to be standing still and close to her.
âOh, excuse me.â She said politely jogging the last few paces to stand beside him. âIâm sorry to bother you but you wouldnât happen to have the time, would you?â
âYeah, I do.â He said flashing a smile. Checking the Rolex he replied âItâs actually just gone te-unggggghâ¦â¦..â The sentence remained unfinished. As he brought his watch up Jane took one step toward him while reaching in to her jacket pocket and with one fluid movement produced a syringe which she jabbed in to his neck.
Other than a gasp of pain he had no time to react. In less than a second his eyes fluttered and he collapsed into Jane who caught him awkwardly before gently lowering the unconscious man to the ground. Crouching and propping his body up, she quickly scanned the surrounding area to make sure no-one had saw the attack.
Satisfied that she was in the clear she turned to see Violet pull the van up next to her and the unconscious man. With almost no effort she stood up and pulling her target by the wrists hauled him to his feet before letting him fall limply over her right shoulder. Walking to the van she opened the side door and placed him gently on the floor. She closed the door as she sat herself beside him.
As the van pulled away she took a moment to study the man she had just snatched off the street. He was out cold and would remain that way for some time. Running her hand over his torso she could feel the hard muscles through the light sweater and smiled to herself.
âYou were right Violet, Dee has done very well for herself.â
âDo you think weâve got her attention.â
âOh, Iâm sure we have. If this boy toy of hers canât force her out of hiding, then nothing can.â
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