There I was, this afternoon, sitting in my second interview for a management/supervisor's position with the largest, most well established language school in the world, and while certain aspects of the job they were offering me felt alluring, all I could think was, "Kruuyai, what on earth are you doing here?"
I mean, I left corporate America eleven years ago and never looked back. So, why was I knocking at the door of corporate Prague? I listened as they explained the job to me, and asked a few questions of my own. At first, things seemed intriguing. The hours, all 40 of them, were flexible. My schedule would be up to me. The pay was good. The benefits were good. I'd be writing customized classes for their business clients, and they even wanted me to teach Spanish. Woohoo! Let's look at the teaching method, I suggested. After all, if I'm going to be training your teachers and evaluating their performance, then I should have some idea of what I'm going to be teaching and whether or not I believe in it.
"Oh, well, we generally don't let people see much of the materials until they're enrolled in the program. It is, after all, proprietary information."
WTF? Millions of people all over the world have learned and taught using their method for over the last hundred years.... how much of a secret can it be? They finally relented and let me see the student book and teacher's handbook. Lots of memorized dialogues. Hmmmm. I was not impressed. I remembered the time, back when I had my own language school in the States, being up against this same company in a bid for a corporate job. They had come in and done a demonstration for the client, and the next day, I did my demonstration. Then, they took a vote, and I won the contract with a unanimous show of hands from the students I had just taught. Now, I understood why.
More talk about the job dynamics. I would function as a liaison between the native speaking English teachers and the Czech management team. There would be no place for friendships between me and the teachers as I would be on the management team. Same goes for students. Hmmm. Some of the anxiety that I'd been feeling every time I got a job offer during the last week started to resurface.
I started mentally going over the reasons why I wanted to work in the first place. Money is a consideration, but I have enough to get by without working. I was getting a little bored and lonely, so I thought teaching would be a good way to meet and interact with new people. Sure didn't look like that was going to happen with this job. I also wanted to work a minimum of hours to have enough time for myself... to take violin lessons, get involved in community theater, host visitors from the Hospitality Club, hang out with friends. Would I have the energy after working 40 hours.
I've also been trying to plan a hitchhiking trip to Italy with this Slovakian girl and her two dogs. If I had to be back here by August 27th to begin training, that wouldn't leave enough time for traveling. And I've been trying to get away all summer. What, I asked myself, is really important to me? When I weigh the different decisions I could make... to take this job, to take a job at one of the other two schools that made me offers, not to take any job at all... the decision that left me feeling the lightest was to just chuck it all.
So, I knew, as I walked out of that office, promising to let them know about my decision by Friday, that they are actually going to hear from me much sooner than that. And my answer is going to be thanks, but no thanks.
There was a little pang inside of me that said...you may be throwing away the chance of a lifetime, but I paid more attention to the bigger pang that said, I want to go to the sea, I want to play the violin, I want to get involved with community theater, I want time to travel. After all, am I really going to start a new career at my age? (Okay, I would if it were something I really wanted to do, but...)
On the tram, on my way home from the interview, my mobile phone rang. It was one of the teachers from the school where I got my teaching certificate last month. She offered me a part time teaching job at the airport. Two days a week, a total of eleven and a half hours between the two days. Straight through... no split shifts like at most of the schools, everything in one place, so I don't waste half a day shuffling between assignments, and best of all... it starts September 15 and runs through December 15, so I can take my vacation to Italy and come back to a low stress work week that only asks for my commitment for a few months while being able to build up a base of private students to start my own thing.
So, I took the job. Good things come to those who wait. It feels great, for once, to do what I want to do, and not what I think I should do. My life is of my own making. And I will sing my own tune, and dance to my own rhythm for the rest of my days.



