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There was a sign stuck above the lift buttons. Just as my brain was connecting the idea that sign above lift button=lift not working, the security guard came to tell me I'd have to walk. Nine Floors! I said. She just smiled and said 'Good for you.' Anyway, luckily I was early, so I had plenty of time to cool down after climbing the nine floors. And I waited. I had time to admire the translated version of the lift sign which was on floor 9.
Ten minutes after the appointed time, when I was just about to ring my contact, a staff member came up the stairs and asked me who I was waiting for. After a phone call from sm1, another couple of minutes pass and a second staff member comes up the stairs and approaches me, introducing herself and apologising on behalf of Ms U, who forgot that today was a no lift day. (The uni has no lift days to save electricity costs.) So we all tromp 9 floors down to Ms U's office. Would I like to come out to the campus in District 12? Sure, why not. As we travel Ms U and I have a chat about all sorts of things. She asks me when I'm available, but doesn't give me any real sense of what I might be offered. She asks me what pay I expect, and I delay by asking questions to try and get more information. We arrive at District 12 campus with nothing decided. But it was an enjoyable conversation.
We then attended a staff meeting of current uni teachers. Following the meeting, there was lunch provided, and Ms U introduced me to some of the other teachers. I had some short but interesting conversations with a couple of the foreign teachers (and managed to ascertain the average rate of pay).
There was another interviewee? prospective teacher? there too. After lunch, Ms U sat down with him and chatted, while I made small talk with a very friendly VN teacher. After about ten minutes, the other interviewee, his wife, Ms U, one of the foreign teachers, and I caught a taxi back to district 3. Still with nothing decided about work, I began to ask Ms U as to whether she would send me an email and she said " I'll call you..."
So I haven't bought any new work shoes yet.
*As elsewhere in this blog, the names have been changed to protect the innocent - ie, me!)
