This one is for all the EFL teachers out there

What's up dirtbags?

Okay okay too harsh I know. Come on, I'm still one of you, minus the joint and the one armed prostitute with eleven toes. I haven't updated this thing in a while because the privacy of being a loner waygookin has eluded me even in New York the most isolated place on earth. I've
dabbled in blogging since but again, honesty requires anonymity.

I am presently in NY working on my Ph.D. My principal motivation is that knowledge is the one thing nobody can take away from you. If tomorrow morning the Us Dollar was declared illegal or
monetized, I would still have it.

Now, this requires money. Money, sadly requires work. (Though not anymore. See
2:16 to 2:23 here. Truest words ever spoken on television.)

As such, part time teaching jobs, ripe for exploitation, abound. One of them was supposed to start today. They had sent me a very optimistic contract that they would pay me in March when I finish teaching. I explained that this won't fly. They tried to get me to agree to payment ever 5 weeks. No thanks. So two days ago we went down to every two weeks.

Except that when I got down there, to a girls' yeshiva in Borough Park, I was informed that they do not have the authority from the bank to pay me every two weeks. Because...yanno..they need bank permission. So what did I do?

I did what anyone who spent more than 4 seconds in EFL would drool about doing. I turned around and left. I left behind the idea that any promise of a job is better than nothing. I also left behind, one more time, the idea of group loyalty. I am Jewish. They are Jewish. But I'll be fucked if I'll let that overtake my common sense. Besides, do you think they will look out for me?
5:13 to 5:17 asks the same question and it looks like the kid knows the answer already.

Forget it.

Individuality is awesome. Hold on to it.