One day in late December of 2015, I received an email from my boss, saying that my contract had been “terminated.” One of the reasons cited, “poor performance,” I had a hard time justifying.
I was an English teacher. I thought I did a pretty good job. One of the other teachers, who showed me how to check the students’ evaluations of me looked at them in a jaw dropped state, muttering “There is nothing wrong with these scores. Nothing.”
I asked him to compare the scores with his, and he immediately changed the subject. He did not want to compare my evaluations to his. Wonder why?
Maybe this guy was simply humble and meek. An Englishman, he had written “three or four books.” When I asked him if I could review one of them, he became very evasive, again changing the subject. He basically made it sound like his books weren’t worth much, and they probably aren’t. I could not find much of a trace on Amazon, although a couple of them DO exist.
What the school, or university, did to me was–well, it left me with a lot of bitterness in my bile. One would think that they could at least let me finish my contract, but no, they wanted to get rid of me ASAP. I was some sort of threat to the peaceful (too peaceful for me) existence of so many professors staring at their computer screens.
One of the other teachers said I was fired to “save money.” Another man told me that he spoke to one of the teachers at the school and they said I was terminated in order to “save money.” They chose me because I “could not not get along with other teachers.” Hah!
If that means trying to initiate conversations with them, then yes. I am a garrollous individual.
The guy across the aisle from me did not say a single utterance to me in the six months that I was there. His wife, who was the manager of the American Corner, was really hard to figure out. I guess she did not like me, although I am not sure. At a couple of times she DID acknowledge my existence.
An English teacher (not the one previously mentioned) told me an interesting story about a man who went to work one day, like he had a thousand times before. When he returned, his wife had cleaned him out of everything, including “their” life savings, packed her bags, and left, forever to disappear. This is how difficult it is to detect the true feelings and meaning behind the faces in Thailand. It is really hard to get a pulse on what it is to be Thai.
In any case, I was left with a lot of bitterness when I found out that my contract had been “terminated.”
Not to mention hate. I have a lot of hate inside. I would like it forever to go away.
I think now that I have reached the ripe old age of almost 60, this is going to happen a lot. It seems that people, let alone corporations, do not really care for their senior citizens.