Return of The Weasally English Bastard

I received a couple of strange comments to a posting, a few months ago, one of which threatened to reveal my name and the school that I worked at. I suspected who wrote it, but simply deleted it without much further though. Internet grudge wars are tedious, and stupid, and time-consuming, and stressful.

Then, just now, checking out the now-defunct message board, I found the following messages left for me -- this isn't all of them, but this is the best.

This is actually from somebody who was in one of my stories; I only referred to him as a "weasally old English bastard" and the events concern the complete disaster of my employment by a small Language school in Desolationgrad, Russia - actually the thriving metropolis of Togliatti.

Read about it here; LEAVING PRAGUE, WORST-CASE SCENARIO, and X STRIKES BACK

Basically they promised me employment in one city, gave me employment in another, failed to register me properly, stuck me in an office where no one spoke English, and then let me go very suddenly after 6 weeks of conflict with them and the students despite me trying to make several attempts to give proper notice, etc.

Without further ado, here is the message from the Weasally Old Bastard himself.

Don't want to blow your cover Mr S*****, but my memories are somewhat divergent from yours, but then "a weaselly old English guy"
would probably have lapses of memory, right?

I seem to recall that you left the first interview with tears in your eyes.

I also seem to recall that I gave you the contact for your next job in Samara with (your current employers) and ensured that you were offered the job using my contacts with the school and with their Head Office back in Moscow.

One thing that struck me about your printed reaction to your leaving is what you wrote yourself "This was the third job I'd been let go from in less than 12 months"

Did that tell you anything about yourself as a teacher?
Probably not from the "further adventures of a Tefl teacher in Samara" that you published.

You know, S****** , there are events in our lives that intelligent people learn from. Now that a few years have passed I hope you have started learning.

The OldEnglishBastard


I posted the following reply:

RE: Song of the Volga Boatmen
Yes, Pete, I certainly did have tears in my eyes -- enraged and helpless as I was, having allowed myself to be fucked over so completely by a couple of worthless shit sacks like you and Golovanov.

You might indeed have recommended I contact my current employers, after your many vacillations and weasally excuses, but my mentioning you as a reference got me nothing but a tired sigh and a chuckle from "R. J." Your history with them needn't be re-hashed here. On my first day in Samara, when we were at the embankment, you spent some considerable amount of time denigrating them, trying to convince me the school you worked for was better and singing the praises of "family-run operations." In this case the family was straight out of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but hey.

And I seem to recall you were fired from the same shitty little institute a few months later, and, after failing to find other work in Samara, went to work in Moscow, where you were also summarily ripped off by shitty employers. You think you'd have a bit more empathy.

And I notice you don't deny anything I said in the story, you merely add a few details.

Oh, but believe me, Pete, I learned one VERY valuable thing -- NEVER, EVER AGAIN will I go blind into a situation without enough money to tell my employer to fuck himself. (Or herself.) Along with whatever weasally English toadies they happen to have dug up to act as official brownnoser.

Then I started a website, so my experiences could serve as a cautionary tale to others, especially newbies who are the most vulnerable.

In addition, I worked hard, got a DELTA, and became a DOS -- SPECIFICALLY SO I CAN PREVENT THE SCHOOLS I WORK FOR DOING TO OTHER TEACHERS WHAT YOU AND THAT FUCKER GOLOVANOV DID TO ME.

So yes, it's safe to say that I got a lot out of the experience. Perhaps I should thank you. Who knows where I'd be otherwise.

Golovanov was wise enough to get out of English teaching after the incident with me; but his partner still lingers on, and only after numerous Internet complaints by the teachers they fucked over are they running anything like an honest school. (I'm sure you read on ESLcafe about the incident of the guy who got his head cracked in but was denied medical insurance by them.)

I have no desire to get into an Internet name-calling contest, but you are certainly aware that your past employment and behavioural history is just as bad as any long-time English teacher. I understand that you're now in Saudi, or some other middle Eastern country where English teachers go to die quietly, hopefully not in a position to help your employers screw over any new teachers.

And if you are trying to convince me, or my Internet readership, that you are NOT a weasally English bastard, might I suggest that these insipid threats and condescending cliches are not the way to do it.

Additionally, I hope getting away from all the vodka has done you good.

Regards,
S**** (AKA English Teacher X)
DOS
Samara, Russia