The director of the language school where I've been teaching this past year writes in the most floral, meandering manner and took about 8 paragraphs to tell me they want to pay me less per hour for my courses in 2010. Does she truly believe her fawning praise for my teaching style and her 'sincere' appreciation for my hard work makes up for the proposed 3 Euro-per-hour-reduction? Does she expect me to accept her claim that 'we all must tighten our belts in this current economic climate' when the school has had its largest intake of students yet?
No doubt this evening I shall be greeted with the customary double handshake that lasts an uncomfortably long time, the keening upwardly-tilted head and the barrage of rapidly spewed pleasantries that invariably leaves the recipient slightly bewildered and lost for words.
Why, I wonder, has this silver-tongued baby-kisser not yet made a foray into local politics? What has kept her in the position she currently holds? Or is she in fact training; using us poor teachers and students alike as test subjects while she hones her slithery technique?
I suppose it would be wiser to respond in kind but I do very much feel the urge to do this:
Diamanda Galás - Saint of the Pit
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