[Continued from "Thailand, Revisited, Reworked (Part 3)."]

On one of the many occasions I hung out with Darren at Eat Me he introduced me to his friend Daniel.  Daniel was a very interesting guy.  He was Canadian with dual citizenship in Canada and Israel.  He spoke English, French, Hebrew, Thai, Japanese, and a few other languages.  He had lived in Canada, Israel, Japan, and Thailand, and a few other countries.  He had served in the Israeli Army.  He and his brother, who lived in the Caribbean, ran an auto reselling business wherein they bought mildly used cars in Japan and resold them in the Caribbean.  He was able to conduct his business whilst living in Bangkok and teaching English at a local university.

In my experience, the expatriate farang men in Bangkok tended to be “older” (in their mid- to late-30s) with a penchant for “younger” (early- to mid-20s) Thais.  Daniel and Darren were no exception.  We often dished about cute Thai hotties.

When I wasn’t going to the gym with Darren, or hanging out at Eat Me with Daniel, I did some occasional “work.”  I went into the office in the pyramid-shaped building … and sat.  I had little direction from the boss.  The boss who wasn’t in the office much.  The secretary and paralegal had little to say to me.  I ended up going into the office, sitting in front of a computer … and falling asleep.

The office was very hot and in the heat I couldn’t help but get sleepy.  I told my tale of employment woes to Darren and Daniel.  Daniel suggested I teach English at the university where he taught.  He said so long as he vouched for me it didn’t matter that I’d not taught before since I had a college degree and was a native English speaker.

I asked my boss if it would be ok if I went into the office less.  I had only one class that, because it was summer, met four days a week, but only for an hour a day.  I told my boss I’d be able to work in the afternoons.  He acquiesced.  It was about this time that his business partner, a fellow French attorney who was holding down his end of the practice in Paris, kicked the bucket.  My boss was devastated.

He had to go to Paris for the funeral.  My boss – my French boss – was a smoker.  He choose to take the one airline that still allowed smoking on flights to go to Paris from Bangkok.  This was 2001, and Emirates still allowed smoking so my boss took that airline to and from France.  However, he did not return from France for quite some time since he had to take care of business, go to the funeral, and attend to his partner’s family.  He and his business partner were also very close friends, and my boss felt an obligation to his family.

While my French boss was out of the country I began teaching English.  The university didn’t ask for any credentials, and I didn’t have access to my college records or degree from Thailand anyway.  Nonetheless, I was hired to teach an English class at Bangkok University.  I eventually learned that the class I was teaching was a kind of remedial course; everyone in the university had to take an English class and my students were required to take the class because they had failed to qualify for a more advanced class.  Daniel was teaching the more advanced class.

My class ….  To be continued.

I swear.  True story.

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