Listening to: nothing
Reading: The Great Gatsby
Watching: Harry Potter
Playing: Simpsons Tapped Out
So I started my new job (teaching English as a second language) three days ago (Monday).
It's not going well.
I mean, I thought it was going alright. I thought I knew what I was doing, that I was building a decent rapport with the students, and that they were understanding what I was teaching them, but alas...they thought they were getting a British teacher. They also had a few other choice things to say that made me rather uncomfortable to hear from a second party. Aside from the fact that they can not understand what the hell my midwestern accent is telling them, they were under a (false) impression that I only came here to learn Spanish, that I don't have the education or interest in teaching them English. Or something of that nature. They also want a different teacher? I don't know.
While my manager did have my back this week, I've got a pretty good hunch I'll be losing this job pretty soon. My instincts are usually right on about shit like this.
My one-on-one student isn't going anywhere, thank God. He's said that he wants me to continue being his teacher/coach even after I move back to the States. But this group class, I think it's going to be a short-lived little stint.
On the other hand, Madrid has a cat cafe. Buy a drink, pet a cat. What could be better than that? There's also Ethiopian food to be had here in this city (which I intend on sampling tomorrow afternoon before I drink with some classmates in the evening), lots of gorgeous men, and lots of other men who resemble Harry Potter characters (I saw "Severus Snape" on the Metro this afternoon and Tom Riddle on the Metro the other afternoon. There's also a Sirius Black doppelgänger walking around the city). So even if I do get shit-canned, I can drown my sorrows in mucha cerveza and vino tinto, satisfy my traveling bug, and continue working with my one-on-one. I'll also have time to work on my steampunk miniseries again, which was hopelessly neglected this week.