Ok, so I didn't really. But I think I made you believe I did! Why? Because well, I'm in China and they um, well, eat cats in China don't they? (Love stereotypes).
So I can't quite remember where I left off last time, and yes I'm too lazy to scroll down to find out. I think its the heat. It has been so freaking hot the last few weeks. It isn't so much the heat that gets you, but the humidity. You HAVE to have an AC or you will DIE. Wither away only to be found as a fleshy stain on your bed the next morning by your maid. I've seen it happen. Not pretty.
Hopefully I've conveyed that it is indeed hot out. Now let me explain a bit more about teaching here. English schools are shifty bastards. They'll tell you one thing and promise you the world as your oyster but then pull the blankie out from under your feet and laugh at you as you fall, all the while snatching the money flying out of your pockets and into the air. My time with Scholastic is almost up. I was considering coming back for Fall term after signing with New World for the summer, but I won't be now. Miss Florence (boss) basically said that if I don't work one day a week on the weekend for scholastic that I won't be needed. This was AFTER she had told Marie to tell me to look for more work next fall. Basically what happened was some of the kids parents told her that they wouldn't be coming back if I wasn't their teacher again. Suddenly, Florence was kissing my ass.
Nothing I could do would please the woman, even if she was all shits and giggles to my face. Behind my back I was still a man, and as we all know, "men are not reliable." According to her anyway. But its old news. I did enjoy scholastic and the kids there (for the most part) and I did get some great training and experience. So it was far from a waste. Just time to move on.
I'll be working Mon-Fri 10am to 3pm with weekends off. I might have a few night classes during the week as well, so it should be good. I'll be teaching kids again. But the new school is not as rigid when it comes to teaching methods, so I can pretty much do what I want, which I'm REALLY looking forward too.
I'm in a new apartment now. Same roommates but new place. Loving it so far. My bed is bigger, I have an actual closet, and it isn't on the ground floor. YES! Ground floor living in Shanghai blows something fierce. You get all the mosquitos, falling AC repairmen, noise, fighting, honking, everything. You hear it, you're almost one with it. If anything, I fall asleep easier now regardless of noise and whatnot. But there were a few nights of Epic battles against mosquitos who had comprimised my inner defences and dive bombed my face at night. Picture it; me in my underwear jumping up screaming from solid slumber as I slap my own face while reaching for the light. Then cursing and yelling as I grab the zapper and proceed to "pop" every evil bastard in my room. Yes, I'm going to miss that place.
Oh! And we have a bigger TV. While that may not be the most exciting news in the world to post on a blog, I will say that I am quite excited because I can more easily enjoy my Xbox360 addiction on a larger screen.
Dear God I almost forgot the best story of the last few weeks. Humbly accept my appology.
Let me begin.
Last week a group of 8 of us decided to BBQ at the Shanghai Botanical Gardens. So, it cost 7 RMB to get there by metro, then another 10 RMB for a cab, 16 RMB to enter the park, and a fee to BBQ. All in all that's not alot in US cash, but over here it adds up. So we get there and are having a grand ol' time (You'll see in the pictures.) There was soccer played, beer drank, and jokes made. BUT! Once we decide to leave I notice a few of our group arguing with the "BBQ Boys," the chinese guys who watch over the area. Apparantly, they were telling us that it was going to be 150 RMB for use of the BBQ pit for the time we were there. That would equal out to using the BBQ for about 3 hours, we only used it for one and were willing to pay for the time we used it (80RMB). So the BBQ Boys threatened to call the cops on us. We said, "You go right ahead and do that."
They did. We could have easily paid the extra RMB, but didn't feel like getting ripped off. So we waited for the cops to get there, and when they finally did the fun began. Our Chinese friend Lilly was doing most of the talking and was trying to point out that the BBQ Boys never told us about all the costs, and that a sign with the pricing on it only "magically" appeared after the cops were called. Things started to get quite heated, and we were losing the argument and just about ready to pay when suddenly one of the BBQ Boys says to Lilly, "I want to kill you or I want to die!"
Whoa. Game over, we win. The cops looked at this guy and told him to chill out in Chinese, and suddenly we win the argument and have to pay only 90RMB. We all smiled, thanked the police and waved to the very angry BBQ Boys. At which time we were told we are not welcome there anymore.
Good! Like we would want to go back anyway.
Well that's all for now. I'm at Coffee Bean on the net and must go eat. So I will return and post pictures of the BBQ, a friends Bday party last night, and my kids at scholastic for my next post.