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Sunday, January 17, 2010

It's been weird today. Well, I suppose it started last night. I stopped at Subway last night after work to pick up dinner, and ended up running into this guy I sorta know. Well, sorta know might be an overstatement. Over a year ago, when I had been in Taiwan for maybe a month and a half, in a similar situation, I had gone to McDonald's after work at my then job. While I was waiting for my to go order, another foreigner came in.

Most foreigners here, we just don't talk to each other. Maybe a head nod or something, but for the most part you just play the role of ignoring the other white person. This guy broke the rule though, and started chatting me up as we waited in line. There was a kind of weird connection because he had done his Master's work at UH Hilo. So we talked for a bit, then left. We exchanged names and added each other on Facebook, but that was about it.

...So last night, this guy walks in, I don't even notice because it's just another white dude. Then he goes "Hey! I know you from somewhere!" Well, long story short I ended up hanging out at Subway with him and his wife until they closed, which I wasn't really planning on but it's alright, they were nice and all, it was just way unexpected, that's for sure. So that was kind of weird. Perhaps in another year I'll run into him at another restaurant. Seriously, what are the odds?

So today, I woke up and my internet wasn't working. That was lame, but whatever, I needed to get down to Kaohsiung and Costco anyway, so it was a good motivation to get my butt out the door. I was on the train, and everything so far was fine. First stop, some guy and his wife/girlfriend come on. I'm just playing a game on my phone when he walks up to me. He reeked of cigarette smoke and had really terrible teeth.

He tried to talk to me in English. Which, you know, I don't really mind. But he seemed super fascinated by me, which is kind of odd because there are plenty of foreigners in Tainan. He was nice, but his English skills were lacking so it was kind of hard to have a conversation. And it was awkward as hell, he was just standing there while I was sitting trying to keep on divert attention back to my phone. He'd sit down for a minute or two and then think of something else to say, stand back up, and get right in my face as he struggled for words.

His girlfriend (or wife, I dunno) was sometimes a help, trying to get him to sit down and to stop bothering me, but then occasionally while he was talking to me she'd get excited and come up to me and she'd ask me something as well. It was so damn bizarre, and just my luck I had caught the slow train so it was essentially 50 minutes of this. We all got off at the last stop and I was really hoping they didn't follow me to the metro, which fortunately they did not.

The conversation was so weird, and it was all exacerbated by the fact that I really had little idea what he was talking about 99% of the time. I think we talked about where I was from, what I did, if I liked teaching, if I knew Chinese, if I thought 1/2 Chinese 1/2 American children were good or bad (what the hell?), and other things. I remember at some point he said "I like Obama!" And then he talked about the President here and the old President and I say something like "yes, didn't he get in trouble?" and he goes "Shh! Don't talk about that, because parties, politic parties, fight if you say that. Be careful. Before, they kill if you say things, but now, just fight." Or something. I really don't know. The conversation went all over, I just remember that part because when he said "kill" he imitated your neck being slit. It was funny. He also kept saying random things in Chinese and saying "It's bad to say," or "it's dangerous to say" or "it is an animal, do you know? not people?" I have no idea what he was saying. Needless to say, the conversation went all over the place and I'm not sure how much comprehension there was on his end, and I can say with certainty there was very little on my side. But ah well.

So I got to Kaohsiung and the day's events there were actually pretty uneventful. I don't know what it is with people suddenly wanting to randomly talk to me, though. After I got back to Tainan, I was walking home and some old guy on a bicycle rides up slowly and at first just nods his head to me. I always try to be polite and nod back, and then I actually walk past him. In the course of traffic he passes me again, and looks at me and starts to speak. I don't know if it was in Chinese or English, because fortunately I had my headphones in and I just gave him a confused expression and kept walking. We passed each other one more time, which was just one more head nod, and then that was over.

The final weird part of today involves later on, when I went to dinner. I went to a dumpling restaurant I have been to probably at least a hundred times. I was feeling pretty hungry, so I had 16 dumplings at NT$4 a piece. I also had a coupon good for a free cup of soup, so I also ordered soup. When it was time to leave and pay the bill, I handed the man the bill, and the coupon. I've interacted with him a bunch of times before, I know that.

So I hand him the bill and the coupon, and I start to get the change out to pay the rest of my bill, which is NT$64. But he's not even looking for money. He's dug out NT$36 and is trying to give it to me. "What?" I say. Basically, what happened was he somehow thought I had given him a NT$100 bill along with the coupon, so clearly he was just making change. But at the time it was quite bizarre, I hand someone the bill for my food and they give me money.

A worse man would have just walked away with it. But I didn't, I tried to explain what was happening, which, with the language barrier, just made things worse. He thought I was complaining that I wasn't getting enough change. He kept pointing to the coupon and the line on the bill for the soup and I would guess he was saying "It's only good for the soup!" or something, but meanwhile in English I'm saying "I didn't pay you any money yet!" Another employee who also spoke no English had to get involved, and eventually I just pulled their calculator over, added up each line on the bill, subtracted the NT$25 for the soup, and then when the remainder was NT$64, I handed him NT$65 and said "no 100", the no being in English, the 100 being in Chinese. At this point the other employee inspected the money slot thing and realized that there weren't even any NT$100 bills in it, and figured it out. She gave me the NT$1 change and seemed super apologetic, haha. And that was it, I left laughing, because I could have been paid to eat dinner tonight.

So yeah, to recap, randomly run into a dude I ran into one year before at Subway, get bothered on for 50 minutes on a train, and then briefly again on the walk back, and then have to explain through gestures that I shouldn't be receiving change if I haven't given any money yet. It was a weird day.

And I'm super tired. So maybe my writing isn't even that coherent. Sorry. I'm worn out. Gonna crash, I'll catch y'all later.

posted by Hunter Morrison at 12:55 AM | 1 Comments

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

It's 2010. Well, it became 2010 about twelve days ago, but I guess this is the first time I'll be writing this year. When I first began this site, I thought there'd be no problem with listing the archives by month. But now I look at that sidebar on the right hand side of the site and to see (almost) every month from September '05 up until now, well, it's really growing rather long. Astonishingly, there aren't very many actual posts, but alas it's a lot of months.

Work has been going pretty well. I got my first real paycheck from my new job today, and it was pretty cool. Nice and big, too, which is good since I can't believe how much money I spent last month! I'm actually getting paid slightly less at my new job, but I guess I worked a few more hours than normal due to my coworker going on vacation. He's back now though so that should probably normalize a bit, but hey, it was a nice first-month bonus.

I'm actually happy though, money's not such an important thing--this week I can go back to my normal schedule of two days on, Wednesday off, then two more days. It's a pretty great schedule, and I can't complain. I mean, I don't complain at all anyways, it's all good, but I did realize that last week was actually the most hours per week I've worked since coming to Taiwan. At my old job, I would typically work 4 full days and then Wednesdays would be a half day of work. But last week I had a completely full schedule, working on Wednesday. I mean, it wasn't a lot of work or anything, I didn't even really notice it or feel tired or anything, but yeah, I guess I never worked a completely full week before.

But now I can look forward just to one more day of work and then tomorrow night is like Saturday night again or something, with all of Wednesday wide open to do whatever I want. Two days on again after that and I'm home free for the weekend.

Today was very good. I had two small classes. One is a great group of students that I've taught like a hundred times already, and then I had another small class. They're good kids, but the class totally lacks energy. Only 7 students were there today, it's just like talking to yourself for two hours straight it seems like. It's not actually that bad, as my old boss once put it, "it's more fun, more of a challenge, to try and get them to crack and actually have fun." I don't know if I succeeded in that today, but ah well. It's certainly not hard work.

Tomorrow might be a different story. My first class is a huge class of younger kids--it was actually the first class I ever saw at this school, way back in the day when I was just watching classes there. At that time they had literally been learning English for about three days and they were nuts. In my month of work at the new school I've only had to teach them once, and it was during my first week, and they were every bit as much hectic as I remembered them. Tomorrow, I hope my motivation is high, and I think I can get them under control, but who knows. My school brought in a teacher from another branch for a few days while the other guy was on vacation, and he had to teach the class, and afterwards he came out and was like "I always feel like I've taught a full four hours and I've got no voice after I teach that class." So eh, I've got that to look forward to tomorrow.

But after that, I have another large-ish class, but they're pretty good overall and I've taught them a lot so it should be fine. Probably a lot of homework to correct though, haha. Ah well.

The good thing is though, whatever, man. I can get super tired tomorrow because I have Wednesday to enjoy. So it's all looking good and up. It's 12:02 AM. I'm trying to sleep around now, it's a bit healthier than what I usually do.

Catch ya later.

posted by Hunter Morrison at 12:03 AM | 0 Comments

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Howdy everybody. I don't have anything in particular to write about, again, for the umpteenth time. Let's see where my mind takes me while I randomly decide to document parts of my life.

It got cold here over the weekend. I mean, not like Montana cold or anything, but pretty damn cold for Taiwan. Like down to 55F at night, and it didn't exactly warm up much during the day. Today things warmed up a bit, I managed to drive home wearing only my zip up hoodie--yesterday and over the weekend I was definitely sporting my hoodie and my windbreaker/coat deal. As of right now it's a cool 65F in the apartment, which doesn't really feel that bad.

I've said it before but I'll say it again, while 55F might not sound like the coldest ever, in Asia it's a real pain. Houses here don't have any heaters to speak of, so there's that. Plus everything is cold. The buildings are made of solid concrete, which might as well be slabs of ice on those cold nights. My biggest gripe though is the floor, always the floor. Carpet is no biggie when it's cold, and I've experienced wood floors before too, which aren't warm but at least aren't frigid.

Then there's the tile floors we've got here. If your feet are cold, the rest of your body is cold, I don't care what you say. These real hard cold tile floors are the worst. Even right now, I've got socks on, but I can still feel the tile coldness permeating through, man.

Of course, I'm not complaining too much. It was chilly, but nothing as bad as I'm sure my homies in Japan and Korea have got it. Hell, we were in the positive, temperature-wise, at least. Plus, I generally like cold weather, although this weekend was made kind of lame by the fact that I was still getting over a cold.

Anne was sick like two weeks ago, I don't know if I got it from her or what. But I felt like a little sick the week after she left, but made it through the week, and rested the weekend. Felt great, on Monday I woke up and fell into the routine, but by the evening I started feeling crappy again. Tuesday morning I promptly went to my ENT doctor, who told me I just had a common cold, but my throat was swollen pretty bad. I took Tuesday off, and already had Wednesday off. After those two days of resting I felt pretty alright, but my voice was really weak, which isn't particular good when your job is to teach a language.

On Thursday and Friday I was back at work, but by the time I got to my last classes of the night on both days, my voice had grown rather hoarse and it was a bitch and a half to even speak, and I'm sure my students didn't particularly appreciate it, though. I again rested over the weekend (sorta) although I had annoying things like a ton of pressure in my head and a runny/stuffed nose, and even now my right ear's pressure feels all out of whack but for the most part I feel alright.

Other than illness-related difficulties, work at the new job is still going pretty swimmingly. The other foreign teacher went back home for the holidays so I'm sort of flying solo again for a few more weeks as far as white people in the office are concerned, although I think the guy from the other branch whom I've met before will be covering some of the classes, too. I have to cover some of the guy's classes too, most specifically on Wednesday.

I don't work there on Wednesday, which is pretty nice. But for two weeks I'll teach his two classes, one of which is a type I've never taught before. Like, really old students. Okay, well, not like adults, but I think like students who are only a couple of years away from graduating high school. I'm not bothered by the age of the students, more the material, I don't really know how to teach this type of class since it's at a level I've never experienced before. So, it should be interesting. He gave me the skinny on the students and how they behave and stuff, and let's just say it should be interesting, to say the least. But eh, it's just two weeks.

On the other hand, tomorrow I don't technically have classes. But I still have to go in, because it is the Christmas Activity day. When I first started working there, they told me, "Oh, on this Wednesday, can you come in, we are building gingerbread houses." "No problem." That was a long time ago, with plenty of warning. Then, just last Friday. "By the way, we need you to be Santa Claus. Don't worry, we have a costume. You can give the introduction and hand out candy." I still don't know exactly what giving an introduction or even "being" Santa Claus entails but whatever, it should be interesting, haha. So, that's on the schedule for tomorrow. Honestly, the part I'm not sure about is whether or not I even get paid for going in tomorrow. At my old school we got a flat fee for "events" or whatever, but I have no idea what the policy is, and I guess I don't really care enough to even inquire. It's minor, plus gingerbread. Woot.

So that's about that for now. I guess that wasn't too terrible. Minutiae, definitely, but at least I'm pretty coherent. Except for this damn pressure in my right ear. Pop, damn you!

posted by Hunter Morrison at 11:32 PM | 0 Comments

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Monday, December 14, 2009

For better or worse, this is by far my most active writing project I've ever embarked upon, mostly because it requires very little effort. Just spew some personal stuff that no one will ever care about ever, and hit post. I've also always had very lax anti-spam on the comments here forever, and yet all of my other sites have gotten spammed in their comment sections heavily, yet this site never had a thing.

Until now. It was just some generic spam on a very old post for some cheap pills or something, and it was only one message, so I guess for now I'm considering myself lucky. But perhaps it was divine spam calling me here, to post at my loyal website, since I have not done so in some time.

Plus, my internet is too slow to play some video games. I love my apartment, but lately (like the past month) I've had a few problems. Someone heavy downloader must have gotten onto our network, because every evening without fail, the connection completely goes to shit. Like, where tethering with my cell phone and using my cell phone's 3G is about 5-10x faster for downloading than using the wired connection. It's fine during the day, but whenever this asshole gets home, it always fucking slows down.

I thought maybe it was me. Maybe I had some spyware or something slowing my internet down, but I've tried with multiple different devices, routers, and nothing. So I'm pretty sure it's someone leeching the internet hardcore, which makes sense since the whole apartment complex has shared internet--it's pretty cool to live in such a wired country that apartments have broadband plugs right in the wall, and it's included in the price of rent. Well, it's cool when it's not terminally slow, and it's terminally slow right now.

Additionally, some jerkoff has been smoking, I think in their bathroom, probably because I'm 99% sure that there's no smoking allowed in the complex (there are big no smoking signs at the door to the building), so I guess they're trying to do it stealthily. Something must be messed up with the ventilation system in the bathrooms, though. I don't know, it didn't happen often, but once in a while I could smell shampoo or soap just wafting in through the bathroom, fortunately though it was never the smell of feces.

However, lately, it has been another offensive odor--cigarette smoke. It's really fucking strong, too. I can stop it from coming into the apartment by just closing the bathroom door, but then if I need to use the bathroom, it's like someone has been chambering in there. I plan to complain about this post haste as soon as I have a Chinese speaker with me, but I don't really know what can be done about it. It's pretty weak though and if it continues I might look for new places to live sooner than I had expected, especially since my lease is finished and I'm just living month to month at the moment. It sounds silly but it is actually making me sick on a daily basis. Thanks gnarly cigarette smoker.

Anyway, I was going to write something here but I ended up goofing around on Google Wave and now it's getting late and I don't really know what to say.

I'm working at my job now. It's still a bit weird but I'm getting used to it. I can't complain, it's really easy compared to my old job in general, the hours are a lot better and it just seems to be way less stress. I really don't know though, like no one ever gives me any feedback there so for all I know I could be doing a fucking terrible job and I guess they'll just let me wallow in my terribleness? I don't know, I don't want to be doing a terrible job, it's just, if I am doing something wrong, I have a feeling no one is telling me, so that makes me paranoid in my own special way. It's like, nobody is saying I am doing anything wrong, and that surprises me, because I think I surely must be making some mistakes, what with new material and a different system. Yet they never say anything, it just seems like anything goes. I guess I'm just not confident that my flavor of "anything" is satisfactory, but I guess there's nothing I can do about that if they don't say anything.

Anyways, there are more specific things I could write about, but I'm just trying to cram my general sentiments into one paragraph. But like I said, overall, it's been good, and I guess maybe that's just my thing, it's been too good and too easy so I doubt it all or something. But as of right now, it's all cherry. The classes there are mostly pretty big and they have a weird rotation where you don't always teach the same classes every week so it's been a pain and a half trying to learn students names, I have one fifteen student class and one sixteen student class tomorrow and I have taught each of those classes twice but still I am thinking I know maybe 30% of their names. Fun.

Anyway, I'm really rambling. Maybe more of an update another time. Much love.

posted by Hunter Morrison at 11:32 PM | 0 Comments

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Friday, November 27, 2009

Hi. It's looking like it's becoming increasingly unlikely that I will actually write here for the month of November, so I thought I would just throw up some quick type of blurb so at least the entire month isn't lost and the auto-archiver doesn't get messed up when it has an empty folder for November.

I know I don't write things often here anyway, hell, there are still posts from August up on the front page. But November has been especially busy, for one I've been participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). NaNoWriMo is a fun writing contest where you try to write a 50,000 word novel in exactly one month--November. The rules are all on the honor system, but you can't start until midnight on November 1st and you have until 11:59:59pm on the 30th of November, your local time, to submit a manuscript into their official word counter, which will verify if it has 50,000 words or not.

It's one of those things I have tried before, but never gotten past the 10,000 or so word mark. Like most self-described "writers" who scoff at the idea, I originally thought it was kind of silly. What you produce is almost guaranteed to be garbage, because you're purposely trying to go for quantity and speed versus quality. But, eventually, like most writers, I was won over, because the hardest part about writing is actually getting off your ass and doing it. When you're just aiming for 50k you can't stop and think about how cheesy and lame everything you're writing is--or if you do, you have to ignore it and just trudge on.

I decided to start at about 10 PM on the first, with absolutely zero idea for a plot or characters or anything. As of right now I'm at about 35,000 words, which is about 10,000 below where I should be (there's only a few days left in November!). But, it's by far the longest work I have ever written, garbage or not, and I'm not giving up yet. I still have faith that I can grind it out. So that's one reason I haven't had time to write here, whenever I get the urge to write I try and force myself to do my NaNoWriMo. There aren't really any prizes for winning, although Amazon.com will print up a free copy of it using their print on demand service and ship it to you for free, which I think is pretty cool, and honestly that is my biggest motivation for winning--it'd be really cool to hold a tangible book and be like "yeah, I wrote this." Even if it's trash, it's a start.

Plus, I've just come so damn far to not win now. I can tell you the 35,000 I've written are not anything I'd want to use for any other writing project, so if I don't win NaNoWriMo with it this year, I'll probably just bin it.

Other than that, honestly, there have been a couple of good video games that have come out recently (namely Forza 3 and Modern Warfare 2), which definitely account for part of the reason I am behind in NaNoWriMo as well.

And lastly, there's been a ton of job dramas going on this month, some of which I have already detailed here. Someday I might get around to detailing the rest of it, but as for now, I'm just still grinding away at it, and I hope everything will work out for the best, which I think it just might. If I'm lucky.

So anyways, this is all time I could have spent working on my novel, damn you! So my apologies for not writing, and further apologies for writing this in such a hasty manner, but eh, I figured some update might be better than no update. I promise next month, once things sort of calm down, I will get back to neglecting this journal in a more regular fashion.

posted by Hunter Morrison at 4:53 PM | 0 Comments

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Friday, October 23, 2009

Man, the last time I wrote on my website I talked about all the changes that were happening this week and next, and how it would be opening a whole can of worms to begin to write about it. Well, that was before I knew what I know now. Things that transpired in the last twenty-four hours have basically turned my world upside down. I'm not the type to usually talk about these things as they happen. I prefer to leave people in the dark, and then when everything gets worked out, maybe I'll talk about it, because at that point there is no need to worry. But, this strikes at an inopportune time, as it's my birthday tomorrow and I know a lot of people will be asking how I'm doing, how things are going, etc., and I don't want to lie, but I also know how much time it's going to take to explain everything. Plus, to be honest, I'm not so sure this time that things will just work themselves out, and if that's the case, interested parties should know.

I'll just say this right now: this will be very long. There's no two ways about it, I'm a verbose writer and by the time is done I'll have spent two paragraphs of writing without actually even saying anything, so you might want to sit back with a cup of coffee or tea or something. And I also warn you, it may not make perfect sense. When it's something you're living, it's sometimes hard to separate the parts you take for granted as common knowledge with the parts someone who's not living it needs to know. So, forgive me if anything doesn't make sense. The following events occurred to me in a rather convoluted and fractured way, and I will try my best to piece it back together into one semi-continuous narrative. That's another thing I would like to note, keep in mind, I work in Taiwan, a foreign culture with a language barrier. A lot of the time, it's like playing with half a deck of cards, you just can't know everything that's going on—even if I spoke Chinese, the culture differences themselves sometimes make understanding decisions really difficult. Also, since I'm trying to put everything into one (sorta) understandable narrative, keep in mind that I didn't know all I knew now at the beginning. I may fill in some details ahead of time and you'll go “well, that was dumb Hunter, why did you make that decision?” but keep in mind a lot of revelations only happened after the fact for me. So, with that out of the way...

Okay, so first a little backstory that you may already know, but it bears repeating for a more complete narrative. I work in Taiwan as an English teacher, and to stay in Taiwan you need to have a work contract (that you sign for one year) with an employer. No work, no visa, no ability to live in Taiwan. I have a job at a school I love, and I was originally fully intending to continue working there after my current contract expires at the end of November. Unfortunately, due to several circumstances, business at the school had not been stellar.

Originally, the plan had been something like this. My boss had offered me a renewal, with kind of an understanding that my work hours might not be so guaranteed if student counts continued to drop. But this would allow me to stay in Taiwan, and if I did need to find a new job in order to pay the bills or whatnot, that would be fine and I could do it on my own time. This was first floated in early September. This was the original plan. Well, as things transpired, either business conditions passed a certain threshold or the owner got frustrated and the decision was made that the school would be sold. Either sold or closed by the end of the year. This presented a problem in my plan in that, obviously if the school is closed then my work contract (and thus my ability to live in Taiwan) would be void. Additionally, when a school changes hands, the previous contracts are also canceled, since they are with the old school, which no longer technically would exist. So either way, it looked like even if I re-signed with my current school, at the longest it would guarantee me an existence in Taiwan until the last day of the year, but obviously the goal was to sell it sooner.

It may be prudent here to differentiate between my boss and the owner of my current school. My boss is the man I have dealt with since I first applied to my school, and the school is actually bears his name, but as I would later find out, he doesn't actually own the business. There is a separate owner, who also owns two other English schools. I avoid using names wherever possible, but yeah, this man owns three schools total, my school, which is “independent”, and then the other two schools are franchises of a Taiwanese English school chain. The other two schools have existed for a while (I believe someone mentioned to me 20+ years) and my school is wrapping up its 9th year. So, while my boss was in charge of making pretty much all of the decisions at my school, he wasn't the owner, and as far as I know the decision to sell the school or close it by the end of the year wasn't his—he seemed rather frustrated by it, in fact.

But anyway, so the owner of the school has three schools. And they do like me, they think I'm a great teacher and they need teachers. So, they float this idea to me, where I would continue to work at my current school for as long as possible, but I would apply at the owner's other schools (the chain schools), and renew my work permit through them, and I would start to work there. It didn't sound like a terrible idea. I wanted to stay at my school, of course, but that was no longer going to be an option, and it sounded like a good deal to me. To me, at the time, it sounded like a lot of this would be a formality. Again, all three schools are owned by the same person, so it sounded like they would just be moving me around. So, I agreed to this.

Here is where things already started to get weird. My boss spoke to me on a Friday evening after classes, saying that he was working hard to “negotiate” with the other schools to get me all set up. He said it was causing him a lot of stress because he was lobbying for the same pay and stuff like that, and he said he couldn't do that for me. It was all fine, while it was very nice of him, I didn't expect him to and he certainly wasn't obliged to do so. He said, “they've got a job for you, but you will have to work out the details. I'll set up a meeting with them, and then I think you can figure it all out, and everything will be fine.” This was agreeable to me, so we arranged a meeting the following Monday at one of the branches of the chain school.

So, Monday rolls around, and the meeting occurs. They tell me some of the things, like yes, there will be a pay cut, but that's fine to me. I will say it here, but I may reiterate it later because it's so vital to me. I'm fine with that. I don't want to toot my own horn, but I think I am a pretty damn good worker. I work hard, I am dedicated, I am responsible, and I am also a very understanding individual. For all of this, I really am not asking for much in return. I am not looking to get rich or even make a lot of money, I'm not looking for a cruise job with few responsibilities, I'm not looking for a lot. There really is only one thing I am asking of my potential employers: I wanted a new full-time contract, that would ensure another year of living in Taiwan. That's it. The rest was negotiable. I think I offered a lot with my service, and I ask for one small thing in return, the basic right to continue living here, which is the most important thing to me.

And so we came to an agreement. But here, already, was more confusion. Again, the school I was “interviewing” at is owned by the same person who owns my school. They approached me with this idea of going through their other school, and made it sound, again, like it was just a formality. But when I got there, I was having to fill out an application and everything, including such awesome questions as “Do you foresee any difficulties in living in Taiwan?” which I was really tempted to write “Well, everything has been peachy so far, but maybe something in the 14th month will really surprise me!” Basically, the vibe I got was that no one at the other branch really knew what was going on. I didn't want to be perceived as a special snowflake (dad comment: all snowflakes are special) but the impression they gave me was that it was going to be a seamless transition between the two.

Well, as it was, I guess they “decided” to hire me, and training began the next day. Again, all schools are owned by the same guy, and I was under the impression that the right arm was telling the other what was going on, but when I showed up at the branch for training the next day, my trainer basically said to me, “uhh, so can you explain to me exactly, are you working for us or for your old school, or, I don't know?” I was like, “gee, this is great.” Again, another strike, they will keep on adding up, but at the time, I had faith that this was all a good organization so I put them aside as just small little bumps in the road.

At my current school, because business is already so slow, I was only working four days a week. So the training was supposed to be happening on my day off, and then as more and more of my days opened up (basically, I would stop teaching classes at my current school as the levels finished), I would do more and more days at the new school. But immediately, after that first day of training at the new school, my trainer told me that I would need to take the following Monday off from my current school, in order to watch more classes at the new school, as part of the training.

Well, when I told this to my boss at my current school, he was pretty confused, and to be honest this was a really awkward day for me. I know he wanted to just kind of not have to worry about my future anymore, but his position as boss was getting him all caught back up in it again. Plus, it was just confusing, again, my current school and my new school are all a part of the same larger company in a certain sense, and things were not being communicated. The new school simply didn't understand how the transition was supposed to work, they were trying to train me ASAP for working at the new school, etc. My boss got on the phone and talked it over with my trainer at the new school, who apologized a bunch and everything was changed so that I would only have to go to the new school on Tuesdays and Wednesday afternoons, since I only have late evening classes on Wednesday. Okay, fine.

To even further clarify things, my boss drew up my schedule at my current school, giving the exact dates I would be free from my current school and could work at the new school. This was well-received. So, I kept training on Tuesdays (and Wednesdays), even though that whole process itself was a bit silly. Again, it was presented to me as more of a formality, and instead I was stuck watching hours and hours of classes as “training”, because I “needed” 18 hours of training—despite the fact that the system was 90% the same as my current school, just different books. I felt ready to teach there from the first day, but whatever, so I had to waste my Tuesdays going in there to just watch things.

Additionally, I should point out that I just got a really strange vibe from the new school. It wasn't like the new school was bad or anything, it just seemed really, hmm, oddly managed. When I first moved to Taiwan, I was given a nice big “policies and procedures” book which laid out everything expected of me in plain English, and just laid out the basic terms of my contract. You know, things like monthly reports, payday, dress code, cell phone policy, vacation policy, hell, even just telling me I need to sign in to a teacher's book. At the new school, on the other hand, there was nothing. I had to specifically ask questions about everything, and when I did, they were kind of like “uhh, do you really care about this?” I don't know, it wasn't a huge problem, but I just had this strange feeling like no one really knew what was going on. These are basic things you would tell an employee, but they weren't telling me, not because they were trying to hide it or anything, they basically just didn't know that it was something you should do.

So, that continued, and I guess I will take us to the 6th of October. My “finalized” training schedule was laid out to me, on the 13th I would teach my first class at the new school, and on the 20th (both of these Tuesdays) I would teach two classes. Both of these would still count as “training” as in-class demonstrations, and then I would be done. Okay, sounds fine to me. The 13th came and I did my class, fine, it was problem-free and they said I did a super job. But on the 13th they told me that now, actually, I would only have to teach one class the next week, and then my training would be done. Sounded good to me, so that was fine. So that was last week Tuesday. Now, the next day, I found out that my current school had been sold, to two people who were really interested and eager to buy. Well, nothing was finalized, but it was basically as completely sold as it could be without any paperwork being signed.

So that was Wednesday, and when I went in to work at my current school on Thursday, oddly, my boss wasn't there, but the owner was, and a couple of other people. I figured they were the prospective buyers. Well, everything was happening in Chinese, and I had work to do anyways so I didn't really pay attention to what happened. All I can say is at the end of it all, the owner was very irate, he was yelling what sounded to me like very angry Chinese into a cell phone and he just seemed to be in a very unhappy disposition. I didn't know what happened until yesterday, actually, but this is what I was told. Basically, the school was supposed to be sold on Thursday to the two people. But, for some reason that was not told to me, a new buyer approached the owner on Thursday as well. For some reason the owner just decided to try and sell it to this new buyer and basically told the original two to go get bent. Well, what should happen but the new buyer drops out of the deal, and the original two are understandably no longer interested after being treated poorly, and now there is no buyer for the school. So, I guess that's what happened, but I didn't know any of that.

All I know is that, on that same day, after the owner (who was still angry) leaves, I suddenly get a phonecall from my trainer at the new school. He suddenly says that I have to teach two demonstration classes on the 20th, and that I should bring all my paperwork in even sooner so they could begin processing my new work permit. Great, I thought! That is what I wanted, I had been very proactive in asking my trainer at the new school when they were going to process my new work permit. This was because, way back when the plan was to renew the contract with my current school, we had been given a deadline of September 25th or something like that, and so it seemed like time was of the essence. But the attitude at the new school was “don't worry, we'll have enough time, we'll take care of all of it for you” and I had definitely asked them a million times, so I figured I should just trust them, because if they're wrong they'll certainly be responsible since I did more than my part of trying to get it done as quickly as possible.

So that happens on Thursday, no red flags yet. Monday rolls around. My boss tells me on Monday that the deal did not go through and the school wasn't sold. He also tells me that Friday (aka today, as I write this) will be his last day at the school. This is huge. First of all, he runs everything at the school, hell, the school is named after him! But secondly, all of the documents we use to teach are actually his, not the school's. So, while I know how to teach the material from the books, a lot of the supplementary material (vocabulary list with Chinese translations, homework, quizzes, tests, etc.) are all his and he is taking them with him when he leaves. I'll put any personal allegiances to my boss aside for the moment and just say that I foresee anarchy at the school after he's gone. Without those materials, suddenly we're left with just generic books not even designed specifically for Taiwan or Chinese-speaking children to learn English, we have no homework, no assignments, etc., and as far as I know and have been told, there is no contingency plan. No one has even seemed to put any thought into who will teach my boss's classes, either.

As to why my boss is leaving, I don't know exactly. I believe that they told him they just can't afford to keep him around anymore, and he also needs to start looking for something to do in the future, as well. Unlike me, he's married and has a kid, and has been the primary breadwinner for the family as far as I know, he can't just bum around looking for any old English teaching job. I think he promised to stay at the school and run it until they sold it (and for all I know he took a paycut or something for the time being) but after the deal fell through, he told them he just can't keep waiting on it forever. That's just my speculation, I really have no idea, but he's not too happy at the school and to see it end this way, and I can't blame him, especially due to some of the malicious things that happened that resulted in the school falling into the state it's in.

So, okay, fine. He's leaving at the end of the week. This was Monday. Tuesday, the 20th, I would have to go in and teach my two classes and then I'd be done with training at the new school. To me, some of the stuff was starting to make sense, I thought. It was starting to become clear. The deal didn't go through on Thursday, the owner decides maybe he will just shut the school down, and so tells my trainer, “let's go ahead and accelerate Hunter's process, just get him all set up here as soon as possible” which would explain giving me more classes and wanting to process my paperwork sooner. Keep in mind I really thought that closing the school was the only option, because without my boss there it was going to be a sinking ship without a captain, and it was going to be falling apart at a rapid rate.

When I get to the new school on the 20th, the trainer asks me right away, “What's going on at [your current school]? Is [your boss] leaving or what is the deal?” I told him plainly that I didn't know much, that this was my boss's last week and that I really have no idea what the plan is for the future there at my current school. I was confused, because I'm just a random worker, an English teacher, the lowest rung of the ladder. My trainer at my new school had direct access to the owner of both of the schools, and so I didn't really know why I should be the one he goes to for information. But whatever, okay, I did my two classes, again, they went super, I was given all the paperwork to sign for processing my new work permit, and then I was told training was finished, and next week Tuesday I would start teaching classes there in earnest.

So after that, I was feeling set. I was still bummed about my boss at my current school leaving and I still had a lot of questions about what the hell would be happening at the school after this week, but I figured at most it was four more weeks, and then I'd be out of there. I figured I could ride out four weeks of insanity and then have my job at my new school and all be set up and ready to go.

And that's how things went until yesterday, Thursday afternoon, 3:47 PM, to be exact, when I see my phone is ringing with the new school's number in the caller ID. I can't say I was happy, I couldn't believe it, because at this point my “finalized” training schedule had already been changed three times and I guess I was getting familiar with these Thursday afternoon phonecalls from the new school just changing something. I had no idea.

I talk to the trainer. He says to me, “Did [your boss] tell you about what [the owner] said?” “No.” “About you not coming to work here [i.e. the new school]?” “Uhh, what?” “You should ask [your boss].” He actually repeated that phrase three times. So, I just said “okay...” and hung up the phone, my heart already beating at the mention of “you not coming to work here.” I felt set, everything was ready and done. Pardon the French, but what the fuck? So I turn to my boss. His reaction was...uh, similar. It's not exactly reassuring when the person at the new school who is in charge of dealing with you just tells you to ask your current boss, and then you do, and he literally has zero idea what I am talking about.

So my boss gets on the phone with the trainer and explains that it's not right that he keeps getting dragged into the middle, and that it is the trainer's responsibility to get the story from the owner, who is now making all the decisions. So, the trainer again apologizes, and promises to get the story directly from the owner himself.

And he calls back a bit later. Keep in mind this was all before I was due to teach 4 hours of classes, and it blindsided big time. I was feeling so confident, and it was falling apart, and it was about to get worse. The trainer calls back, and speaks to my boss. My boss tells the trainer he should be telling me directly, and puts him on hold. My boss turns to me and says “It's [your trainer] on line 3, he's going to tell you something and it's not going to make any sense, but go ahead and pick up anyway.”

Sure enough. Here's the deal. The owner decided that he doesn't want to hire me at the new school now. He's still trying to sell my current school. So, he wants to renew my contract at the current school, have me work there until it sells, and then he promises to hire me at the new school. The trainer then apologizes for this whole process being such a pain in the ass, and tells me I can come by and pick up my documents I left with them and I can also pick up my NT$1,500 training completion fee that is owed to me. Oh, joy.

Even just typing this now, it makes me so angry. I don't know if my story telling has been sufficient enough to explain why, maybe this even sounds okay to some of you. But, there are a lot of things wrong. For one, in theory, it should be impossible for me to keep working at my current school because the deadline for renewal passed a long time ago. Plus, with my boss leaving, the school itself is going to be descending into anarchy, I wanted out already. And now I need to stay there, try to hold it together, and hope at the end they take care of me and send me to the new school?

I mean, on the surface, they're still offering me a job. But it's become such a headache at this point. And the bigger problem has pretty much been that, so far, not one thing they have told me has come true. So at this point, it really just seems like nothing makes sense, and nothing can be trusted. I don't know why they even had me go in on Tuesday to finish my training, because all of the events corresponding to the status of my current school had already transpired. If this was the plan, they should have told me before, but that's just getting to the root of the whole problem. I don't believe the owner or the new school are intentionally doing something bad. It's just—a lot of things don't make sense—and a lot of things are being miscommunicated, or not communicated at all, and there is a lot of confusion. I said earlier my one thing I wanted was a new work permit, a new contract. That's the one thing I have asked for, and instead they have helped me waste a month and a half I could have spent looking elsewhere, telling me one thing, then the other. Left, right, up, down, apply here, no work here, no wait we'll do it there. I'm tired, I'm fed up with it.

So needless to say, there were some unhappy individuals yesterday in the organization. At this point, even if they came to me and promised they'd make it all better and we would just go back to me working at the new school and they would even submit my paperwork today just to make a point, I'm pretty sure I'm done with it. There is something not right there. Even from day one I was not getting the best of vibes, but I put them aside because I trusted my boss and he set me up there (something he has now apologized for many times) so I thought it was for the best. But really, I am just getting so many conflicting reports, and now they may have jeopardized the one thing I really wanted to make sure was okay—getting my work permit in order. I'm pretty sure I'm done.

It's funny, and I feel bad, because my boss originally started this whole thing by saying he didn't want to be involved in being responsible for me starting at a new school, but he's now been pretty much as helplessly entangled as you can get. And, he's been interviewing himself for new jobs since his last day is...today, and he told me he knows four or five places that would literally hire me today. I'm really thinking that this is what I want to do. I want to just have a clean break, I think. I don't even know how much longer my current job will exist anyways after he leaves, I've said it a lot of times, I really think next week things are going to be going downhill there in a big way.

It sucks, because basically I have less than one month here to try and find something new. Truth be told, I have no idea, even if I found a job today, there might just not be enough time to switch now without having to leave or something. That's all something I will be investigating in the coming days.

Basically, the plan for now is, well, finish today. Finish this week. I can hopefully talk to my boss some more, like I said, he had some leads that might help, and that would be great. Next week, I will see how things are going at the boss-less, material-less school and hopefully just start canvassing the area, figuring out if they want to hire me, like literally that day. And if I find a good place that I am happy with and that is hiring, I'll do it. Like, now. That day. Lock and load, ready to go.

And hopefully that's how it will go. But, as I said way back at the beginning, I really have no idea. I would like to come off as confident, but I look at the days remaining and I just go “shit.” I really have no idea. I might have to go home in one month. I really have no idea. So that's where I'm at, it's not a great mentality to have over my birthday weekend and I don't think I'll be able to sit back, relax, and enjoy it, but there's not much I can do about it right now. It's a little funny, in that I actually applied for my current job on my birthday last year, and now I'll be suddenly spending my birthday this year trying to figure out what I can do to stay here.

We'll see. I'm trying to remain hopeful. So, happy birthday to me! There's the scoop. Surprisingly enough, I actually left a lot out, but seeing as this is now getting to be seven pages and over 5,000 words long, I think it's time to wrap it up. Feel free to ask me about anything that doesn't make sense.

posted by Hunter Morrison at 12:47 PM | 0 Comments

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Tonight is a bit chilly. Actually, it was colder last night too. I didn't sleep well. I don't know why, but in retrospect, it may have been because it was too cold to have my fan blowing on me at full blast. It could be a case of confusing correlation for causation, but around 6:30 this morning I finally just decided to turn my fan off completely, and then I managed to sleep in until about 10, when it was getting warm again.

I guess it should be getting cool again. It is nearing the end of October already. My birthday is this weekend. A lot of transitions going on, why shouldn't the weather be another thing? Maybe I'll think to write about what significant changes will be happening from this Friday to next Monday, but truth be told I'll probably just end up listening to the radio, playing video games, eating food, and generally avoiding writing here like I too often do. Then what ends up here is what I write at 12:30 am when I should be going to bed, just because I feel a little inspired to write, despite always having nothing to say. If I wrote about what's going on this week and next, it would be opening a whole other can of worms, and still probably wouldn't be of much interest to anyone except for myself anyway.

The days are still pretty warm. My phone's weather forcast thing (which I guess comes from Yahoo) still predicts highs of 30-31°C for the next week. The lows are all 24°C, which for you Americans, isn't that bad (For reference, 30°C is 86°F and 24°C is 75.2°F). My thermostat currently reads 25°C inside my room. It's not cold, but not really hot, I still have my fan on, though.

I am excited for it to be cold, though. I do so much better in the cold. I don't know how I always end up in hot climates. At least Taiwan really does get a little cold (without being bitterly freezing cold), unlike Hawaii where a variance of a few degrees constitues the idea of "seasons." It reminds me of when I first came here, too. This morning when I was heading to the gym, the air was very inspiring for some reason. It reminded me of an early summer in Southern California. I don't know why.

My boss says it will suddenly get cold, much like it suddenly gets warm. I know November 15th is the time right where things suddenly become "winter-like", and I can't remember, but I think it is April 15th when things suddenly get hot again. So far, he's been pretty much right.

On the drive home tonight, it was perfect. The air was brisk. Well, it was a touch above brisk. Definitely right above the level where I would need some sort of jacket/sweater on the moped drive home. It was cool though, refreshing in my face, and just...well, great. Perfect.

There won't be many nights like these. I know I lust for winter, but it will mean fingers freezing on the handlebars, night spent ensuring a tight seal on all of my blankets, ensuring that no heat will escape. The cold tile floors. Oh, those floors. But it will be better than summer, I will be able to walk places without being drenched in sweat, and so for that, I still look foward to winter, knowing all too well though that it will be far from paradise.

I've been reading. It makes me proud, in an odd sort of way. I used to read a lot, I was a nerd--scratch that, I am still quite a nerd, but I used to be a nerd that read a lot. Like, books. Not just internet, news, and other assorted garbage. No, longform garbage used to interest me too. I shouldn't delude myself into thinking literature is some higher form of art, because a lot of it isn't. But anyway, reading makes me proud, the sense of accomplishment I get from completing a novel is far greater than the effort I expend reading the books. If that makes any sense. Which it probably doesn't.

I downloaded the Kindle app for my phone, and as alien as staring at a tiny four-inch backlit screen in order to read a book might sound, I actually quite enjoy it. I read two Sherlock Holmes collections, and just last night I finished Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, an author whom I really like. I remembering hearing about Cat's Cradle all the way back in high school, when Mr. Snow, our biology teacher, talked about Ice-9. All the way back then the idea really fascinated me, and I remember checking at the library to see if the book was available, but it wasn't. I actuallyed checked out Breakfast of Champions but I never actually read it. For shame, I will probably end up reading it sooner or later, but I didn't want to go on a Vonnegut binge.

So, I bought Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick. My aunt gave me another book by Dick, the title escapes me at the moment, but I read it probably when I was 13 and I really liked it, so I thought I would give perhaps his most well-known story a chance. I can't believe I spend money on digital books. I've probably spent close to $20 today for books I will never physically hold. But alas, there aren't many libraries here that stock a wide collection of English literature, and I guess I will throw a few hard-earned dollars into the furnace if it helps keep the publishing industry alive for a day or two more. Or I just like wasting money. But compared to, say, the $10 I spent on a version of the Rock Band video game for my phone, I suppose it's not that much of a waste.

I just wanted to make sure the download of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? worked, but I ended up starting to read it, and I really liked it--finished the first chapter in just that one random sitting. I'm going to go back to it now, I love to read before I go to sleep, I used to do it all the time as a kid, and it's a good habit to be getting back into now. It's weird to be excited to go to sleep because it means I can read, but that's honestly how I feel. So, I suppose that's what I'll do.

I wonder if I'll dream of electric sheep?

posted by Hunter Morrison at 12:44 AM | 0 Comments