Now that there's only 10 days til my contract finishes, I guess it's probably time to find a job  (aaaaargh!).  So I have been stepping up my search, which has so far resulted in three interviews.  The first was yesterday, at a rather prestigious and beautiful international school in the north-eastern 'burbs of BKK.  Yes, even more over-the-top than my school, which is fairly far gone.

The interview went well, with the two overweight middle aged directors sounding positive, yet still bringing up my under-qualified status.  What?  No PGCE?  Surely, if that really bothered them, they would have simply thrown my CV in the bin.  Not invited me in for interview.  Anyway, I'm hoping that I managed to convince them that a teacher of my caliber has no need of such banal rubbish.  The pay is fairly fab.
Another interview is lined up for Monday at the Bangkok Christian College.   If  I get the job, of course, I will secretly start a satanic cult which will meet in the girls' toilets on Wednesdays to plot the assassination of the Pope.

I want to get a job.  I want a job at an international school that pays lots and lots of money.  It has happened to PGCE-less friends of mine - could it happen to me?
I sometimes get the feeling that I'm condemned to always missing out on the best stuff, just by dodging out of the way a moment too soon.  Like bending down to pick up a one baht coin right as the bride's bouquet's being thrown - the bouquet ends up in the hands of the fat lady with discharge behind me and the one baht coin turns out to be chewing gum.  A terrible analogy of course, and not least because I would never put myself in the vicinity of any bride's bouquet.  All I mean is, I want more than I always seem to end up with.  Is that just the way life is?  A well of disappointment? 

A colleague of mine, a fellow teacher, gets everything he wants.   For example, yesterday he wanted a fireman's outfit for class, to dress up for his kinders.  You know what he did?  He went down to the local fire station and (not being able to speak a word of Thai) demanded to see the firemen's boss.  He then managed to communicate that he needed one of their uniforms, that he was a Very Important Person, that he and the Queen of Thailand were like that.  And he was back at school an hour later with the whole shebang.

I want to be like that.  I want to learn the art of bullshitting.  I want to be the sort of person who just goes in and grabs exactly what they want.

Except then I probably wouldn't have any friends.