Thread: Six months from now...

I had this dream last night. I get called to the directors office. On the way I'm thinking, well must be time for a pay rise, I've been in this sweat-box of a school for two complete semesters and if I could get a reduction in chalkface hours also...
I get to his office and this week's secretary asks me to wait a bit. The door to the inner sanctum is open just a crack, enough for me to hear Mr Director having a conversation - in English! - with a gentleman whose accent is obviously very English. I hear the director say, "Just a minute - he should be here", only to see a second latter the emergence from between the door and the jamb of a shiny, bald patch followed by Mr Director's 'commander on the deck' look. The mouth moved and said "Er, John, someone you should meet". The door opened, the director made a gesture, my teachers face almost got knocked off. The gentleman was of a darker complexion than those pasty-faced Englishmen I had often come across in the more seedier parts of town, and there definitely was a faint whiff of curry in the air.
The commander did the introduction. "This is Mr Rajard from the University of Goa. He has a Masters of Education, so we're very pleased to have him here. A number of schools in the area have signed a working teacher experience agreement with the University. It's a pilot, which the government believes has every chance of success. Mr Rajard is our first".
Well, of course, as an Antipodean I had to maintain composure and prattle the usual civilities. Half a minute later the director interrupts, "I'm sure you two will get to know each other very well - um, Mr Rajard, could you allow me a little time with Mr John? There's something I must discuss. The secretary has some papers for you to sign". Rajard nodded, said his thankyous and closed the door after himself.
Suddenly, with a flourish a magicians apprentice would be proud of, the director produced a document. It had a familiar look. Ah, the contract. So this was going to be a good day after all. "Mr John, I have for you your new contract. As you've often requested, you will get a reduction in hours. The only other major change is that your pay rate has gone down to 200 Baht per lesson". At that point, my teachers face did drop. The directors look had also changed. It had gone from the 'commander on the deck' look to the 'I'm trying very hard not to look smug' look.

Oh munted, you've got us all sh*tting ourselves about your astute premonitions

Get a life you twat, and stop posting bilge

penis envy, tefl style

Keep dreaming you guys are important. I'll stick to mine thanks