8 May 2007, Tuesday
I did a stint as an ESL teacher for two days. Then I quit the job.
I couldn’t stomach it.
It took all i had to maintain a straight face at the korean brother in law when he asked me why i disappeared quickly from the scenes.
Can i really tell him that i didn’t like the filth and the heat and the fact that there was a “Cockroach Killing Diary” posted on the bulletin board? And that I feel it was a great injustice that there was poster taped to the airconditioning grilles saying “Aircon should be turned on from 7 am to 7 pm only. 600 pesos charge when used after the hours specified”. Oh, and the fact that I felt it was unfair because part timers are not allowed to have breaks. Hey, even the place where I used to work was humane enough to entitle their workers to have half an hour off when they’ve already rendered four hours.
I guess I could. But I chose not to.
I could go on with so many more reasons. But I chose not to.
And the book is closed on that.
They could have the four hundred and eighty pesos I’ve earned for two days’ work. It couldn’t reimburse the money i spent on toiletries, food, and fare to go there. Nevermind that those people there think I lack ambition because I cannot sacrifice and I cannot wait until my salary is increased.
They’ve truly misjudged me. It was really not about the money why I agreed to be there. And it still wasn’t about the money why I left…