Last week I had the pleasure of welcoming my parents on their first trip to Mexico!
It’s a weird thing hosting your parents in a foreign country. They stayed in a lush hotel just north of Playa, so the whole thing was part relaxing-holiday-in-paradise, part are-we-going-to-allow-our-daughter-to-keep-galavanting-around-the-world.
The major factor, of course, was that they hadn’t met The Mexican. Big deal, I know. But between France and Mexico, they’d never had the chance to meet. So now was crunch time. He refused to admit he was nervous. I let him pretend he wasn’t. I, on the other hand, was quite happy to admit that I was feeling a little on edge.
I’m not sure how you’re supposed to know if a meet with the parents has gone well. But no-one was offended and the ‘rents didn’t drag me back to the UK with them… that’s a success right?
The Mexican was actually a god send and took us to a load of cool places over the weekend (charm offensive if you ask me).
Papaya Playa Project, Tulum
I really enjoyed having the ‘rents here and was sad to see them leave. However, the jammy buggers already have a holiday booked for December with all my Cyprus fam which will be amazing!
Jobs & Other Stuff
In other news, the day after the parents arrived I was offered a job. A random phone call at 8am turned out to be a school looking for an English teacher. What school? I had no idea. How had they got my information? Who knows. But at 12.30pm on Wednesday I was sat in an interview and they were asking me if I could start on Friday. Thursday was spent sat in a small white room while I was interviewed by anonymous HR person after anonymous HR person. I was allowed to start on Tuesday. Hoorah!….?
Side Note: weirdest interview question I was ever asked prior to stepping foot in this school was “can you tell me a joke?” The school managed to top this by asking me “Are you and your partner going to get married and when do you plan on having children?” W H A T. Anyway…
The Job: High-school English Teacher.
Pay: ok (pretty good for the area)
Issues: I have to wake up at 5.30am everyday. Anyone that knows me knows why this is a potential distaster waiting to happen.
Anyway, I’m in my second week of the job and…. honestly… I’m not sure about it. I’m loving being back in a classroom. But the mornings are a killer and has thrown our whole schedules off-tilt. The school was desperate for a teacher, and I can see why. The kids were basically being left to their own devices. However, I can’t say organisation has improved much since my arrival. It’s early days, but I’m still undecided.
Considering I’m the youngest teacher here, and I am shockingly unmarried and childless, I’d rather be spending my evenings doing this…
…Instead, I was asleep by 9.30pm last night while the girls were eating pizza at a fancy italian place. I then overslept this morning due to dodgy charging cable and my phone dying in the middle of the night. The Mexican had to drive like a lunatic at 6.30am for me to get to school 1 minute before cut-off, clutching two Mother’s Day cakes that I was instructed to buy and bring today, with creases still on my bare face and nothing I needed for the day. (I did manage to grab a breakfast bar on my way out the house though…because priorities people.)
If I make it to Friday without any other mishaps, it will be a miracle.