It's 2010 census season in Busan, and man do these Koreans want their info.
The pressure to complete your census survey in Korea versus Canada is incomparible. In Canada, census workers will knock on your door a few times, leave a flyer or two, run a little ad campaign. But as far as I know, they'll never physically stalk you.
Several coworkers have so far incurred the wrath of Korean census personnel: cornered in an empty elevator, called incessantly one early Saturday morning, tracked down at work...literally. Apparently a few of them were able to gather enough information about one of the foreign girls at my school, to discover her place of employment. Next thing she knew, our boss was shoving census forms in her face, telling her to get it done. And yeah, I laughed (at her, not with her).
In light of all that, I wasn't surprised when my video doorbell rang at 11:30 the other night, and a couple of miscellaneous census women, pen and paper ready, were suddenly peering in from the apartment wall screen. Awake or not, NO WAY was I answering the door that late - I can't condone that kind of round-the-clock harassment. If you're going to act crazy and obsessive, at least keep it to daytime hours.
Regardless, I intend to be a good little Korean resident and fill out the damn thing online. If they want my info that badly, they can have it. Except my cell number - that I shall guard with my life.
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