25 Jun When Teaching Prostitutes in Brazil goes Wrong…
Public Service Announcement: Wallstreet Whiskey, when a simple palm to the face just won’t do.
Yeah – I don’t know the label but it was the only whiskey I could get my hands on to drain my sorrows. I messed up, which I guess isn’t to be unexpected, but my miscalculation cost me the prestigious job of teaching English to prostitutes in Belo Horizonte Brazil. My poor planning, and even poorer Portuguese skills, have led to a disastrous turn of events, as I showed up to teach English to the working girls of Belo Horizonte Brazil – only to find that school recess was called and holidays were about to commence for their customers (See: World Cup and its paying customers). Apparently the school, meaning a room in a poorly lit building with missing windows and with even more reluctant students, had started in February and came to a screeching halt on Monday when the student numbers dwindled down from 30 to 4. With World Cup and its tourist hordes coming in tow, the working ladies thought the opportunity cost of learning to working it was too great.
And just like that, Turner has chalked up another one in the failed job category (in good company alongside: Cuban Tobacco Farmer, Mexican Fisherman, Pink Palace Party-something, Australia’s Best Job in the World & Holland’s Black Pete).
I will not get my big shot to become a new age and white version of Jaime Escalante.
All is not lost however, I am still in Brazil, I still have my health, and there is still an exciting World Cup going down –with an also the equally exciting rioters burning tires in the streets in protest and stores boarding up their windows preemptively.
However, the biggest take away I have had in the past 2.5 years in my 80 jobs odyssey around the world is that: when one door closes, another one opens.
I just need to get back to basics, buckle down to the old hustle, and look for my next door to open.
This door just won’t be lit by a red light.