I'm back. Anyhow, the crazy boss's tirade continued for awhile, and clearly Nick was upset, so was I truth be told. I began to mull the possibility of changing academies or quitting all together. So I called one of the teachers at the central offices of my school's parent company, who reassured me that quitting or changing to a different school would be a bad idea and an expensive proposition because (surprise) my academy is an individually owned franchise which is only loosely affiliated with the parent company, (in that they use the same ridiculous textbooks and benefit from the reputation of the school's name). In fact, it turns out that my contract was notarized and my visa was sponsored by the aforementioned treacherous snakewoman, not by anyone at the parent company. Food for thought. I decided against any rash actions and spoke with Snakewoman's husband, who is considerably less reptillian, and is the same man who used to give me friendly ass-pats not so long ago. I apologized for the dog-baby incident, and asked him why his wife is such a bitch, though not in those words. He told me that he thought I was a good teacher and that most of the problems they were having were entirely concerned with Nick. Then he pinched my bottom and whispered that his marriage was in shambles and he would not be opposed to commisioning a hit on Mrs. Song. I winked at him and we both understood that she would be the next to die. I stood and turned my back to him suggestively, and went on my merry way. I'll let you determine how much of that is true, but know that sometimes I still think of his sweet kim-chi breath brushing against my ear-drum.

The saga continues, a little later.