In fact she might have said about the History job after I said I wasn't prepared to do Geography at KS5.
I'm not too sure but if she did that's international school speak for: We're trying to cheap out and you're not helping by upholding some form of professional and moral standards of teaching ability.
+++++++++++++++++++ The Scariness
Without a word of a lie this was the scariest experience of my life. If everything went OK, I’d be passed through no problem, go to the lounge for some proper free Wi-Fi and complimentary gin. If not I’d end up in a cell 3500 miles from home in a country where the only “rights” prisoners get are in the form of a hooks to the kidney from a warden.
I got out of the taxi and passed through the security check to get into the departure building.
++++++++++++++++++ The Start
Taxis are a strange thing in the Middle East. What usually happens is you find yourself a “driver” who is basically a taxi guy that you phone whenever you need a lift. Kind of like a shitty chauffeur for poor people. Now this chauffeur will not be punctual, his car will not be safe, his driving will not be adequate and he might even smell a bit but in the circumstances, it’ll do.
I had already sourced a Doha driver from the girls in work.
Hey guys. Sorry I'm leaving a few days between updates. I've had a bunch of other jobs to apply for (Not in Qatar you'll be glad to know) so that's been taking up a lot of time and since these excerpts are bigger, they're taking a bit longer to edit before putting them online.
+++++++++++++++++ The Conversation
All things running smoothly I’d have no problem getting out of Doha since “Phil” wasn’t going to barge in on me packing my gear up but as is with most
++++++++++++++++ The Phil
The Lackey casually dropped into a conversation that “Phil” was probably going to arrive later on tonight, something something something visa something something, tonight.”
My brain went into overdrive. I was actually shaking imagining the scene. I’ve just put the Takamine in its case; Bassim is waiting with the engine running out the front and then Boss-Woman, The Lackey and “Phil” rock into the compound all happy that