For those of you who think that leaving everything you know and flying solo to a country on the opposite side of the world—where you don’t know anyone and don’t speak the language—is for the faint of heart, think again.
Today I came back from running errands on my break at work and was called into the director’s office. I thought maybe it would have something to do with asking me to renew my contract, since I’m over nine months in, and I’m technically supposed to leave in February.
No. It was nothing so easy or so simple as asking, “Won’t you stay another year?” to which I’d likely reply, “Yes, I will!”
It was an entirely different proposal. Well, except that my two options were accept, or else…accept.
“My sister wants to improve her English skills! So, on Tuesdays and Fridays, you will have a new class, teaching her, one-on-one.”
Gahhh!
It’s one thing to be confident around children (especially young ones who don’t yet know I don’t know everything), but it’s an entirely different matter to be confident around a successful business woman, much older than myself, who happens to be my very shrewd boss’s sister!
Let me repeat:
Gahhh!
I’ll admit that I feel slightly doomed…
