Like when Pamela woke up to find Bobby in the shower, after we all thought he had died in the ’80′s hit, Dallas, so an email from an unexpected source arrived in my inbox this morning. I was just as surprised.
The email was from my ex-boss at the hotel I used to work at in KK, before the Ex and I split up all those many moons ago. “I’ve had some interviews for that position I told you about, but I want to keep you in mind. Please send me your resume”, said her short, to-the-point email.
In March, before I got seriously involved with K, I had contacted my ex-boss for a reference that I could use on my resume. She replied that I could use her as a reference with pleasure, and whether I would like a job there again, because she had an opening.
I was shocked and asked if she would actually employ me again. I mean, apart from my family, I deserted my job as well (although I did give them some notice). To my great surprise, she said yes.
The only problem was timing. She then wanted me to start at the end of April, even willing to pay for the termination of my contract if she had to. Of course, loyal dog that I am, I insisted on completing my contract with the school. Besides, the termination fee would have been quite high.
And, I couldn’t just leave my fledgling students like that, especially because at that time they were just starting to develop their English skills properly.
So I told her, thanks, but I have obligations, which she respected (and perhaps chalked up some Browny Points for me). I did say, however, I would conact her closer to the time to see if anything was available then.
Well, no need, apparently, because she contacted me. That bodes well. I just sent my resume to her, which she will pass on to HR to see what they can make of it, and lets see what happens.
Yes, lets see what happens.
Many things to think about. That’s probably why last night I ended up being unable to sleep. I hosted a huge pounding headache, in my head, of all places. How often do I ever get headaches? Never. But last night I had the mother of all headaches.
Of course, it could have been the 3 cups of coffee I had at KFC whilst doing my lesson plans. Or it could have been, and most likely was, a tension headache because of supporting my head on my hand while thinking about how to entertain my Grade 7′s this afternoon. That is something that takes much thought, so I supported my head with my hand for very long. Obviously my neck muscles didn’t appreciate being deprived of their purpose and, last night, spasmed in protest.
This morning everything was fine, except the weight on my mind as to what destiny will present me.
K is an issue. My heart and mind seriously disagree on this topic. I, instead, choose to focus on my ultimate goal for coming here in the first place: to be as close as possible to my boy. I thought the TEFL Certificate with exeprience was the key, but obviously there are more than one key to open this lock.
If I have to sacrifice new love to be with my son, then that is what I will have to do. I will cry, but the tears will dry eventually.
On the other hand, when before, I mentioned this possible employment to the Ex, she wasn’t very thrilled. She said something along the lines of not being able to hack it before, and having left her because of the pressures of my work and how I felt cramped in KK and blah blah blah, and now I want to come back there and work in the same place?
She still misses the point and is in denial about the fact that the main reason I left there was because of her.
Her annoyance at my re-employment will be a small price to pay for being close to my son, even though I said before that being in the same city with her is probably not a good idea. Which it likely isn’t. KK is small and can you imagine something worse than seeing your Ex out having fun with her (or his) new love?
But, I have to give up something, and I can give up this.
In the meantime the Moneyman’s Right Hand today collected my passport. After all, the visa will expire in a little over a month, so they need to get cracking on getting that renewed. For obvious reasons I have not mentioned any of the above to them (I laugh when I make utterances like that, because anyone could read this on-line).
Besides, it’s not a sure thing, and you know if anything can happen, it will.
So the state of things are like jelly. It’s firm, but not solid and could melt or freeze. It just depends on what the fridge is doing. Hey! Is that fridge even plugged in?