I've been told I'm a very lucky guy. I've also been told I'm "so unlucky." I certainly feel guided by whatever force you would call my intuition. I do notice those recurring problems but regard them only as trivia, lessons suited to my life experience. Doesn't sound very funny yet?
Last week on Monday night, I was locked into the stairwell and upstairs section of my workplace in Seremban by newly transferred staff from KL. I had no phone credit and very little battery, so I turned off my mobile 'in case of emergerncy.' I also realised that in many buildings, including this one, the fire escape is always locked by key; There is a very low likelyhood of someone escaping a fire that way, even if they were granted responsibility for the one-use key. I threw a minimal tantrum after confirming the only way out to be by leaping onto the roof of the lower floor of the building across the lane. I then went to sleep on the floor in the corner of a classroom, away from the windows and mosquitoes...
I was woken up in the morning by a fellow teacher who switched on the light in curiosity. I was then given an apology by the jolly new admin manager. The previous night I had, of course, planned my exit in the morning to be let known with a blunt "Tell Singapore I'm on PAID leave today." I realised the futility of this idea after a nap in the staff hostel and simply accepted a lift with a student to the new language centre in PD to teach my lessons.
The following Friday, I opened the same centre myself to find the electricity had been cut. So with no light in the window-less classrooms and no air-conditioning, my class eventually relocated to the terribly hot and dusty (from renovations and uncovered concrete) unprepared front room for the first two lessons until the bill was paid and electricity reconnected.
I am also expected to put my (new) passport back into the hands of my campany again to be restamped and processed! With the help of my knowledgeable friends I investigated the alternatives and found few others, but will insist on keeping my passport on me in the future.
Plenty more has been going on but I'll leave it here, and suggest that I'm lucky there was no fire on Monday night (and that I managed to sleep in the morning hours rather than wait in a craze), that I didn't have to pay the bill, and that I do actually have a passport again! Hey, my friend smashed the front of his car last night; the poor bugger rather depends on it too!
I won't mention the other unfortunate details of my employmet with this company here, but you'll be further intrigued to know that I've agreed to stay until March now before going to UK. Personally, I don't have alot more room for patience though, so 'who knows?'
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Written by choben at 12:56 PM.
"I'm going to town to buy some milk. Do you want anything from the 'Star'?"
"No, thank you, but I don't think we have any newsagent's. If you pass by the bread could you get some?"
"OK, I'll write it on my bakery. Do you think the road will be open? I need to get this supermarket."
"It should be... That's right across the letter from the post office, isn't it? Could you send me today's list?"
-- A slight variation on the intended dialogue for my elementary English students this week. Don't worry, we didn't drill it like this!
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Written by choben at 12:26 PM.
