{"id":386,"date":"2017-12-20T18:55:13","date_gmt":"2017-12-20T18:55:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.verblio.com\/2017\/12\/20\/blog-how-my-first-year-at-blogmutt-feels-like-moving-to-south-america\/"},"modified":"2018-09-27T22:00:48","modified_gmt":"2018-09-27T22:00:48","slug":"how-my-first-year-at-blogmutt-feels-like-moving-to-south-america","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.verblio.com\/blog\/how-my-first-year-at-blogmutt-feels-like-moving-to-south-america","title":{"rendered":"How My First Year At BlogMutt Feels A Lot Like Moving To South America"},"content":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m thrilled to have just passed my one year mark with this great company. One of my favorite expressions is that \u2018time flies when it\u2019s not you.\u2019 We\u2019ve had an amazing, busy, and exciting year, and our time has been filled with hard work and dedication. With the new year approaching, I\u2019ve been reflecting on the last year, and the phases that I have gone through since stepping into my role as CEO<\/a> of BlogMutt.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Learning about any new company follows a lot of the same trends as moving to a new country. New adventures start with excitement about pretty much everything. New languages, new activities, new cultural cues. As you immerse yourself further into the culture, however, you start to acclimate to your new surroundings. Looking back on my first year at BlogMutt and how much has changed for me in the past 12 months, I\u2019m reminded of the time that I spent living and working in Chile and Brazil during the 1990s.<\/p>\n Like starting most new roles, the year in retrospect looks a lot more clearly like it broke down into a few distinct phases. Initially, you\u2019re in a honeymoon phase, where you\u2019re enchanted by your new surroundings but also overwhelmed by new places and experiences. Eventually, you\u2019ll transition into a middle stage, where you\u2019re missing your home and your old way of doing things. After a year, however, you\u2019ll have entered into the final phase, where your new surroundings feel like home.<\/p>\n I\u2019m thrilled that BlogMutt has become my new home. And, my experiences living and working abroad have made me adaptable to new environments and cultures. Whether you\u2019re considering foreign travel or thinking of switching up your professional role, I think that the perspective that comes from being in a new place is invaluable.<\/p>\n In honor of my one-year anniversary, let\u2019s take a look at how my journey in the past year at BlogMutt feels like moving to South America for the first time.<\/p>\n New adventures start with excitement about pretty much everything. New languages, new tourist destinations, new food, music, culture. When I moved to Chile it was 1993 and the country had been mostly closed off to the outside world for 20 years.<\/p>\n Much of the culture was like going through a time warp to the early 70\u2019s. And much wasn\u2019t, at the same time.<\/p>\n What first seemed exciting:<\/p>\n Everything is new in a foreign country. And everything requires your mind to be engaged. Even buying bread at the local store or getting a haircut forces you to think more than most normal days in your home culture and language.<\/p>\n Here are some other things that I found really cool at first.<\/p>\n Riding the Santiago bus system is a combat sport. This adventure is created by three distinct features.<\/p>\n 1. Pure capitalism.<\/strong> Bus drivers get paid for every passenger they pick up. As an incentive system, the greater good is not well represented with this system. Buses swerve across traffic at any time to pick up any passenger that raises a finger. Or even if they look like they might<\/em> raise their finger.<\/p>\n 2. No route names.<\/strong> Santiago buses didn\u2019t have a name for the route they followed. Or a number to represent that route. Instead, they listed each and every street where they\u2019d turn. Meaning you needed to know the city very well to take the bus. And that you had to quickly stare at the list of streets while the bus barreled towards you and make a decision. If you wave the bus over and then wave it away, there is a powerful local crusty that the entire bus full of people will send your way.<\/p>\n The very first bus I rode in Santiago crashed. There were no police or lawyers. Everyone checked for injury, then filed off the bus and waved down the next bus.<\/p>\n During the honeymoon phase, all food is exciting. Amazing fruits. Chirimoya flavored everything. New dishes like Porotos con Tallarines. Fresh seafood at the central market. Amazing wine for even less than Two Buck Chuck at Trader Joe\u2019s. And street foods like empanadas, and even the Completo (aka standard hot dog with ridiculous amount of sauces on top).<\/p>\n Chileans said the coolest and most interesting things. It can be quite isolating being surrounded on one side by the Andes, another by the Atacama Desert, another by the Pacific Ocean, and the other by the Straits of Magellan. This led to Chilean Spanish emulating the language version of the unique evolution of animals on the Galapagos.<\/p>\n Chileans often ended words with \u201cpo\u201d just for fun. And adapted English words like \u2018to catch\u2019 for the bizarre way they said hello\u2014\u201ccatchai weon?\u201d. It was tough to get the hang of, but the slang was really fun and it had such a sing-song feel to the language that I just loved it.<\/p>\n After more than two decades of horrible civil strife and repressive dictatorship, there was much to protest about. Every week seemed to offer another reason for my university (La Universidad de Chile) to raise their voice. There was a fixed structure to our protests.<\/p>\n Step 1. Padlock the front of the university. Classes are now closed, so we might as well protest.<\/p>\n Step 2. Light tires on fire in the middle of the busy avenue in front of the school.<\/p>\n Step 3. Wait for police to show up and put on bandanas.<\/p>\n Step 4. Get tear-gassed and run.<\/p>\n The first couple months of school, this was quite fun.<\/p>\n Side note: Tear gas bomb was one of my first vocabulary words in Chile. Bomba lacrim\u00f3genas.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I loved the magical system of crowdsourcing great writers<\/a> and matching them with great clients. Managing 70,000 pieces of content for 1,400 businesses with only a staff of 12 seemed like magic indeed, and I couldn\u2019t get enough of it. I also love the diversity of topics that we get to cover<\/a> and the view into just how rich and broad the economy really is.<\/p>\n But Phase I also involves the learning of new acronyms and systems. So much time is spent on just learning how to hook up your computer to the printer and where to find the writer forum that the productivity curve resembled the language learning headache curve.<\/p>\n The second phase of cultural transformation for me is the opposite reaction to the \u201cthis place is awesome\u201d phase. This one involves memories of the other ways things worked in an alternate life than this one, and access to all the other great things I now missed.<\/p>\n Let\u2019s use the previous four examples for reference here.<\/p>\n At this phase, I would really liked to have taken a bus that didn\u2019t stop every ten feet for a new passenger\u2014even if I could at least read the signs quickly enough to get on the buses with confidence now.<\/p>\n Learning a new language launches you into what I call the \u201cHeadache Continuum.\u201d The first week I could speak for 10 minutes without a searing headache. Every week it felt like I gained another ten minutes of brain power. This means by the end of the honeymoon phase I could speak about three hours a day of Spanish while living in a Spanish- speaking country. In the first phase, that felt like enough. By this Phase II, I was ready to communicate what I wanted to say and when. And probably also to understand what other people said, too.<\/p>\n While the point of the protesting students was always valid, I was ready to spend more time in the classroom and less getting tear-gassed. Contrary to popular belief, getting tear-gassed sucks.<\/p>\n I went to see a Metallica concert in Santiago and after the show the police launched tear gas and chased us out of the stadium with German Shepherds. This got old.<\/p>\n In month four, the excitement over great street empanadas turned to incredulity that they came with pitted olives inside. Often leading to a cracked tooth, which I believe was a conspiracy between the government and the Dental Industrial Complex.<\/p>\n It was also at this point that Porotos con Tallarines showed its true colors as basically being just a mix of beans and spaghetti. Chileans use the word for spices as a derogatory word for poor people\u2014los picantes\u2014and this derisive attitude towards spices carried over to most culinary decisions. I missed Mexican food and would now travel weekly to the Taco Bell in the fancy mall once a week to get some spicier food. I don\u2019t even like Taco Bell.<\/p>\nPhase I (Months 1-4): \u201cThis place is awesome!\u201d<\/h2>\n
(aka The Honeymoon)<\/h3>\n
Buses:<\/h4>\n
Food:<\/h4>\n
Language:<\/h4>\n
Protests:<\/h4>\n
BlogMutt:<\/h4>\n
Phase II (Months 4-8): \u201cWhy do we do it this way again?\u201d<\/h2>\n
Buses:<\/h4>\n
Language:<\/h4>\n
Protests:<\/h4>\n
Food:<\/h4>\n