Do you remember (assuming you've actually read this and have any interest at all) when I used to write about the "psycho ex-pats" and the horrible "Australian Fascist" I encountered at work in Bangkok? Well, I just found a funny article on the issue of the vitriolic foreigners on the only place to find a teaching job in Thailand, ajarn.com. I haven't really thought, talked, or done much regarding Bangkok since I left. I guess to me I just ...left. I do talk to my fantastic former assistant director, and continue to receive almost daily emails from former students (in particular, wildly-intensive missives from a 12 year old girl in love with her Math teacher).
My former assistant IM'ed me the other day to announce that the Fascist Australian had cleaned out his desk and left! Wow! We always knew it would happen (besides being such a dick, the guy's self-destructive qualities made Robert Downey Jr. look like a choir boy), but I guess I was still a little shocked. We were joking that it was my presence that kept the guy there. He was always in this epic battle to destroy me, get me fired, spread vicious (untrue) rumours, etc. (MUAHAHAH) that he couldn't quit the job while I was around and admit "defeat." Now, that I've been gone, for only two months, he's finally imploded. Better than exploding; that could have been nasty.
Anyway, I found the article amusing, and a bit gratifying, since all my writings about the psycho ex-pats and the Fascist always seemed overly dramatic in print. I thought people might see me as a drama queen, or worse, an outright liar. In the end, it's just sad. Ex-pat communities ought to be a place of comfort and familiarity when living in a difficult or simply different land. Not always so, I guess.
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