Fucking Bangkok

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Still with me for my rant?  Okay.  I despise Bangkok with the flames of a thousand suns.  Seriously.  If I had to make a list of 10 places I'd like to be in least, Bangkok would be number three and four.  The first is prison and the second is Cincinnati.  Bangkok gets two numbers just because it's so big.

I had a decent night running around with four aussies after I got in.  That was good.  I was feeling a little better about everything, though still pretty gutted to be away from my friends down south.

Then yesterday happened.  It started with my agency.  I stopped in to see them, and they said they had a new school for me, which was very exciting.  A Japanese school in the middle of Bangkok.  I'd be teaching kindergarden.  I was actually a little excited.  Until they let me know that I would have to stay there for four months.  Uh uh.  No way am I living in Bangkok for four months.  I'd be flat broke all the time.  They threatened me with everything from no work until November and only subbing two or three days a week.  After I told them that was fine and was already wondering when the next bus back home was, they relented and said they had another school for me, but this was kindergarden and they're not sure if I'll do well teaching kids that young.  It boggles the mind, really.  Why would they feel I'm perfect to teach at one school but not another one?  Same age, even.  Sigh.  They finally agreed to a week trial.  I'm not sure if they'll try to pull a fast one on me or not, and tell me the school doesn't like me.  They want me at the Japanese school really badly, probably money reasons.  Oh well.  I wouldn't mind taking the month of september off work.  I'm sure I could hack it back home until the next semester starts.

Then I went out to try to recreate my fabulous night from the night before.  I'll spare you the dull details, but for most of the night it was a really fun multi-culti event.  I started talking to a kiwi who is also traveling alone, and we declared a rule that no one drinks alone.  We just kept dragging in more and more people to the party.  Way fun.  Then two english guys went nuts and beat the shit out of this Norweigan guy.  I got covered in blood, hurt my arm and my camera was stolen.

I'm headed off to my new apartment in a couple hours, I think.  AYC agreed to pay for it for a week, since I'm on a week trial and all that.  It looks pretty nice, but also like something I won't be able to afford once I have to pay myself.

Oh golly, my agency just called to tell me that they didn't put my paycheck through, for some godunknown reason.  A thai person just mumbled at me about how I was doing substitute work and said something about it maybe being in my account tomorrow.

Bangkok, we are so breaking up in a month.  The last five days have been more drama than I can deal with.