Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?

It's been a wierd week for me so far, and it's only Tuesday.

Fantastic.

I feel like the last kid left at the orphanage after all of the prospective parents take their darling Foundlings to hearth and home. It seems like most of the Blogger community has taken a semi-permanent summer hiatus and gone and left the country, or is preparing to leave as we speak. Now some of you have gone on vacations, for which there is no resentment. If I could get out of here right now, I would be doing the same. Unfortunately, I chose to trade the daily frustration of teaching children for a job which not only requires me to work relatively late AND oppressively early, but also offers little to no vacation at all. So, while all of you lucky buggers are off enjoying your various and sundry multicultural experiences I remain teaching (yes, actually teaching, not sitting around or using half of my day for planning) my 8 hours per day and quietly plotting the demise of key members of my particular teaching community.

Not that I'm complaining (I am) or wishing I were elsewhere (I do), but even with all of my planning, research and vaunted ambitions to become El Teachero Supremo this job has turned out to be much tougher than I expected. Well, not the job itself, that part is actually easy after my fourth cup of coffee in the morning. No, the hard part is something I was hoping to avoid: Office Drama. Usually I am quite capable of avoiding the business of others or simply ignoring people until they go away. However, some events have transpired and information has come my way which makes me wary. First, they tried to rip me off on my last paycheck. I nipped that shit in the bud. Second, the foreigners were blatantly accused of being racist by a korean woman who recently offered the Canadian/Chinese waegook a job as her "Chinese Housekeeper to Cook Clean and Raise My Baby". Third, all of the foreigners are now being called in individually for Super Secret Clandestine Meetings With the Big Boss, who speaks no English and refuses to detail what these Super Secret Clandestine Meetings With the Big Boss are all about. Couple that with having to work until 10pm and then get up at 5:30 am to go back to work and my patience begins to wear thin.

I am not pretty in the morning.

I might be in a bad mood due to the heat.

I might be a little disillusioned due to the recent ugly-head-rearing of the Double Standard

But the money is good for someone in my position, especially the overtime.

I have goals Damn It.

So I'm sticking it out, unless of course they start screwing around with my money again. Thanks for the kick in the ass Mom.


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