the school has been dragged down. There is nothing wrong with the school.
Now it all makes a bit more sense. "dragged down" explains a lot because the school has so many good points that it should be an ideal place to work.
I mentioned that the foreign staff was very nice. So was the Thai staff! Ironically, I had my faux pax because a Thai teacher was being sociable came to by to say hello to the new guy.
(She asked about my first wife and why we'd divorced [a hair-trigger temper was part of it]. When she asked for an example, I gave her one. I later learned just how offensive a name my first wife had chosen to call me.)
One of the ruling family had just come back from univ. in Oz. She was always helpful, even helping me in trying to recover a phone I'd lost. Even the person formerly known as Jabba (and I sincerely regret that choice of a nickname - she wasn't slender and that name could be hurtful if it ever got back to her - perhaps Darth Vadar or Imelda [Marcos] or some historical figure would be a better choice) didn't hesitate in directing me to a nearby and inexpensive clinic for a health ceritificate for the WP (which I never needed, but still, she was helpful).
The school paid on time and in cash. We had all had co-teachers. New teachers were often directed to nearby digs. I had a friendly face knocking on my door the first day to escort me to work.
I can't say that there was nothing wrong. Some classes were a bit of a trek ("you'll earn your money teaching here!" the director told me) and weren't air-con, but my closet-sized shared "office" was as were the international classrooms, and there were elevators!!!
When I needed a desk in my apt.; the school sent one over! Now that's service!
I think it's natural to wonder just what happened. (And I'm sure that not being kept on was at least partly my own fault, but still, I feel less badly about it now that I've seen them on the black list. Is that an unreasonable or unusual reaction?)
So, just as things began to make sense (the school has been "dragged down" over the past five years), another fly popped up in the ointment. A teacher at one of my jobs worked there a dozen years ago and remembers "Imelda" as being a pain in the posterior even then.
(This teacher and I seem to have a flair for finding fun places to work. We both worked for Udomsuksa, and we've both had to work with you-know-who, everybody's favorite teacher.)
Excuse me if I'm obsessing. I probably am. This place keeps turning up in my life. Back then I lived on LP Soi 80, now I live on LP Soi 8. While apt. hunting, we saw a place that was across the street from Udomsuksa. I've since worked for another school that has "Udomsuksa" in its name. And now I learn that one of my co-workers is a fellow alumni.
Everything's off my chest now. If anybody has Imelda stories, PM them to me. Imelda, if you're reading this, I sincerely apologize for using Jabba as a nickname. It was late, I was tired, and I should never have sent the "SEND" button with that in it.
P.S. to Imelda: my Mindinao penfriend and I did not work out though we have met in Dipolog and Tacloban and Dumaguete. I provided thousands of dollars of assistance to her and her daughter - it's been a real soap opera. I did remarry, to a Thai, and for perhaps the second time in my life I'm happy. I also lost most of that excess weight - contact Dr. Dineros in Quezon City if you're interested.
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