Madly Weighing up my Options

Trip Start Jun 03, 2006
Trip End Jun 03, 2009

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Friday, April 6, 2007

I have to admit that when I was offered my current job last July it was not really on my radar, nor were the possibilities it might offer either career wise or in terms of personal development.  It was a case of a decent offer at a time I needed one. Nonetheless, it has proven fortuitous and I've discovered that I really enjoy the challenge of business teaching because the content stretches my brain.
Now is time to consider a new contract offer.  My life, perspectives and view of the future have changed significantly since I came to Shenzhen.  The next contract could be career and life shaping, so it's not a choice to be taken lightly.  There is still the hammering resonance of Michelle's recent question whilst we were in Guizhou, "Why are you in China?" It's a question I know the answer to, but having a job gets in the way of becoming a Sino-phone and Sino-phile in record time without hard work!
Whichever, way I look at it the choice is significant, but it's one I've been looking on positively, and not only for reasons of "less work, more money". The early conversations and exchange of ideas have been constructive and visions have been shared, opportunities identified, requests ruled in and ruled out with smiles and nods of understanding.  Bridges have been built, trust is growing, communication is clear and whilst I haven't made a definite decision I can see myself working with these people.
Of course, there are doubts, some of them long running with regard to the management but the feeling of building something is a rewarding one. Today, I was building in the morning, then bang... the bridges have been blown, two bricks to the balls, and the English boss has reminded me of all the doubts and the stupidity of the previous staff turnover.  Losing 5 out of 11 staff in 7 months is not a great track record.  Whether the guy has issues with the length of his penis, emotional scarring from an unfortunate childhood, or any other excuse for demonstrating the communication skills of King Kong on poppers - the nickname Napoleon comes to mind...but then didn't he have syphilis?  Enough vitriol methinks, but from the above paragraph I conclude that I'm not amused.
It's one to sleep on, but what seemed so positive yesterday is a little less bright.  I am once again weighing up my options more carefully.
More encouragingly, it is not a day to be forgotten. I was blindingly happy and comfortable waking up in the morning, and going to bed was the same.
Aux diable avec lui! As they may, or may not, have said when sending Napoleon to St Helena.
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