Almost this big. Imagine the Motorcycle.Allen originally came to Thailand on a big contract to do computer work for some large international company. He was making the big bucks and living the life of Riley with a fat expense account. He was probably in his late thirties or early forties and he was extremely obese.
I think that for the first time in his life ladies paid attention to him, which I have heard is possible even if you are extremely fat, especially if you have a pocket full of cash to disburse among the local coquette’s. Nightly, weekly, monthly rental fee for the pleasure of someone’s company were all within his budget.
Well as often happens, good things come to an end. The contract was over, yet he wanted to stay in Thailand and enjoy his newfound popularity. But he was not prepared, as there was no money set-aside for a rainy day, and it was now pouring.
Bingo. You’ve got it. Teach English. A real big step down in the old salary department but something to do until something better comes along.
I must say I hired this clown, so the mistake was all my doing. When I first read his resume, I noted that he had worked at several schools, but he had remained at each for only a short time. In fact the one that he was coming to us from he had not even began teaching yet, had not yet found an apartment, and his personal effects were still in transit. But he knew he needed to get to Bangkok and we needed a white face to please the parents.
Right off the bat, Alan though that he should be in charge and started using little tricks to undermined the authority of the head teacher or to make his fellow teachers look bad. Things said in private or confidentially were taken straight to The Director. He was not a good teacher, the students didn’t like him that much, but somehow he did gain the ear of The Director.
In the mean time, he had moved into the living quarters provide by the school with this Thai wife. In no time he was having trouble with the other residence saying they did not help clean up the common area, they took his food from the refrigerator; they made to much noise at night. Anything and everything displeased him with his Filipino housemates. I now seem to recall that he was previously married to a Filipino who if I remember correctly divorced him back in the States and reduced his wealth by some large amount. I believe that may have been a contributing factor in his dislike of Filipinos.
He then rented a condominium near where I lived. Of course he did not have the money for deposits and asked if I would loan him some, which like a fool I did. This was to be paid back on the next payday but of course it wasn’t. I finally, got my money after several months. In the mean time he did some work on my computer and got that completely screwed up.
As I mention he was extremely large, but he or rather his wife had a motorcycle, which they traveled about town on. It was a very funny sight as he looked like a big bullfrog perched up on this small Thai motorcycle.
At some point he wanted to be transferred to one of our schools and this request was approved. I really don’t remember the reasoning behind this now. But he didn’t last long and he soon resigned. While there he set the computer for foreign teaches with some security code that only he knew, so after he was gone, no one had access to this computer.
About six months after he left our school his wife knocked on our door out of the blue one-day. She informed the wife that since leaving our school Alan had worked at several other school but was never happy and moved on, She then ask my wife for a loan as they didn’t have money to eat. The wife informed her that she didn’t have any money and was sorry that she couldn’t help.
About a year after that, Alan’s wife calls again. This time she informs that Alan and she are no longer husband and wife because he could not keep a job. She had no idea where he was. She was now married to a Thai man from back in her village. Truth be know, he was probably her husband, all the time and Alan was the rice bowl. She wanted to come over a visit, but Mee told her she was going out and didn’t know when she would be back. That’s the last we heard from Anna or anything about Alan.
I think that for the first time in his life ladies paid attention to him, which I have heard is possible even if you are extremely fat, especially if you have a pocket full of cash to disburse among the local coquette’s. Nightly, weekly, monthly rental fee for the pleasure of someone’s company were all within his budget.
Well as often happens, good things come to an end. The contract was over, yet he wanted to stay in Thailand and enjoy his newfound popularity. But he was not prepared, as there was no money set-aside for a rainy day, and it was now pouring.
Bingo. You’ve got it. Teach English. A real big step down in the old salary department but something to do until something better comes along.
I must say I hired this clown, so the mistake was all my doing. When I first read his resume, I noted that he had worked at several schools, but he had remained at each for only a short time. In fact the one that he was coming to us from he had not even began teaching yet, had not yet found an apartment, and his personal effects were still in transit. But he knew he needed to get to Bangkok and we needed a white face to please the parents.
Right off the bat, Alan though that he should be in charge and started using little tricks to undermined the authority of the head teacher or to make his fellow teachers look bad. Things said in private or confidentially were taken straight to The Director. He was not a good teacher, the students didn’t like him that much, but somehow he did gain the ear of The Director.
In the mean time, he had moved into the living quarters provide by the school with this Thai wife. In no time he was having trouble with the other residence saying they did not help clean up the common area, they took his food from the refrigerator; they made to much noise at night. Anything and everything displeased him with his Filipino housemates. I now seem to recall that he was previously married to a Filipino who if I remember correctly divorced him back in the States and reduced his wealth by some large amount. I believe that may have been a contributing factor in his dislike of Filipinos.
He then rented a condominium near where I lived. Of course he did not have the money for deposits and asked if I would loan him some, which like a fool I did. This was to be paid back on the next payday but of course it wasn’t. I finally, got my money after several months. In the mean time he did some work on my computer and got that completely screwed up.
As I mention he was extremely large, but he or rather his wife had a motorcycle, which they traveled about town on. It was a very funny sight as he looked like a big bullfrog perched up on this small Thai motorcycle.
At some point he wanted to be transferred to one of our schools and this request was approved. I really don’t remember the reasoning behind this now. But he didn’t last long and he soon resigned. While there he set the computer for foreign teaches with some security code that only he knew, so after he was gone, no one had access to this computer.
About six months after he left our school his wife knocked on our door out of the blue one-day. She informed the wife that since leaving our school Alan had worked at several other school but was never happy and moved on, She then ask my wife for a loan as they didn’t have money to eat. The wife informed her that she didn’t have any money and was sorry that she couldn’t help.
About a year after that, Alan’s wife calls again. This time she informs that Alan and she are no longer husband and wife because he could not keep a job. She had no idea where he was. She was now married to a Thai man from back in her village. Truth be know, he was probably her husband, all the time and Alan was the rice bowl. She wanted to come over a visit, but Mee told her she was going out and didn’t know when she would be back. That’s the last we heard from Anna or anything about Alan.
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