Fired, for real, for real. Soon. For real.

I finally got a letter today.
It was typed by the boss on the 22nd of July. Why she did not send it to me then, I do not know. For some reason she gave it to the principal yesterday, who then gave it to the mentor, who then gave it to... me at last.

It has a few paragraphs about "your expectations were given to you in a letter then you got a contract and a warning etc."
Then something along the lines of "after another few months you unfortunately are a terrible English teacher." Not quite like that, but basically they're not happy enough for reasons I've said before.

Then the bit I want to know - my contract is being shortened until the 31st of August, i.e. I have until the end of this month to finish my placement and get out of my apartment.

I'm sitting here just having found out about this and apart from being annoyed that I wasn't told three weeks ago when the decision was made, I have no idea what I'll be doing from here. Hopefully I make my mind up in the next few weeks. Travel is for sure, I wouldn't go back to Australia yet if you paid me. Well, maybe if you paid me enough. But you aren't. So I'm still here!

Mid-December to mid-January will be travelling with Luke. In the meantime, I can probably visit more friends and family friends than I would have been able to if I'd had to stick to the ridiculously low amount of holidays they give you here.

Any last words?
I suppose I'm just annoyed about inconsistency through the Dresden placements. If both the volunteers at Villa Pat's Freunde and Pat's Dahlienheim had over 100 kids to deal with each and every week, and do at least 2 English classes with 3-5 year olds on all five days every week, and had to plan and produce an entire theatrical production performed in English by German kids who are between the ages of 7 and 11, maybe I would just pull my head in and deal with the tasks at hand.
But they just don't. Not even close.
Whenever I'd come home and tell them about another problem my work had with me, they'd say "that's surprising, our bosses don't treat us like that at all."
I feel like yelling at Pat's Bunnyhouse that they're firing the hardest working Pat's English teacher they have right now, including the mentors and stuff who do it occasionally.

That'll do for now.
At least I'll be able to get more pocket money for staying another month.
Look out, Europe. I'm suddenly and unexpectedly coming to get you.