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fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

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    • Tuesday, May 30, 2006

    Fuck Those Pee-Are-Sees

    My hands are shaking and my cold blood is boiling as I'm typing this.

    I received a call from the tuition agent who offered me the PRC assignment and it shocked the hell out of me.

    She told me the student's mother was extremely unhappy with my service for the past month and to that, she listed the following FALSE accusations at me- Supposedly...
    1. I was chronically late - I was, for the ONLY the first lesson because I really lost my way but I did finish the stipulated 2 hours, ie, started late, ended late too. And I apologised profusely!
    2. I told her daughter to do "whatever homework" she had with the last half an hour of a lesson. FUCK YOU. I told her to choose between compre and compo because she complained that the earlier vocab practice I assigned her was too boring so I thought I'd be more flexible with her. So I guess she wanted me to come up with something both enriching and interesting at the same time, like juggling assesment books like a clown, maybe?
    3. I used my hp a lot during lessons and there was once the conversation was quite long because I called my Dad and he couldn't hear me, so I had to repeat what I said. - I asked her daughter for permission to give my Dad a quick call ONCE and I swear to the gods that conversation was less than a minute.
    4. I gave the student a lot of trouble with my timings - I asked her if it was possible to bring a lesson forward by 2 days because I thought I was going to be busy on the day we agreed to have tuition on. When I found out it wasn't conveninent for her, I backed out on the idea and reverted back to the original plan.

    This is more than just a shock for me, it's a DIRECT INSULT to my dignity! All along, both the mother and daughter have been pretty friendly and polite towards me so I really didn't sense that I was causing them even the slightest unhappiness or inconvenience.

    I mean, FUCK IT. Which tutor bothers to bring extra reading materials like the Reader's Digest and Time magazines for a tuition session, on top of scouring for assesment books for their students?!

    I think I've been responsible and helpful enough, thank you very much.

    Even if she/(or her daughter, more importantly) felt I was not doing a proper job, she could have just told me directly and earlier on, perhaps? Instead of waiting till the agent calls and asks her for the 50% fucking commission, right?

    The most appalling thing is the freakin' neurotic and outrightly ureasonable mother REFUSES TO PAY the agent her rightful 50% of my 1 month's pay. She is supopsed to pay the agent $100 but only wants to fork out half of that amount and EXPECTS ME to top up the agent with the extra $50 because apparently, I've been incompetent, problematic and irresponsible.

    Fine. I'm guessing that measly $50 feeds your entire family for a whole month anyway.

    No more cramming of tuition assignments for me. I've had enough of all this. Suddenly, I feel like the whole world's doubting me and waiting for the right moment to pounce on me and point an accusing finger at me for all the things I thought I've been doing right. I feel like I've seen a lot of the ugly side of this world lately.

    I hope that liar daughter of hers fails her O levels.

    22:26

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