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Originally Posted by poohbear_nc
Decades ago, fresh out of college, I interviewed for a teaching job on the lovely tropical isle of Grenada (long before it was liberated by Ronald Reagan) - the recruiter glowingly described classrooms on the beach where you could lecture with your feet in the surf (translation: the buildings weren't done, and probably wouldn't be for quite some time), no US income tax, etc.
I asked about the political situation/safety and he replied: "Well, the governments do change more rapidly & frequently than you are probably used to."
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A friend's first job was on Grenada. He got his graduate degree in Library Science, and went looking for work. He got a job there as a high school librarian, and moved.
His normal day began when a student shinnied up a tree, got him a coconut for breakfast, and woke him up. He staggered to school and fell asleep behind his desk until lunch time, when everyone went out for food and a couple of drinks. After lunch, he returned to his office, and napped until 3, when school closed and everyone went out for dinner and the nightly round of parties.
Actual librarianship? There was none. The school had budget for a librarian, but had no
books in the library.
He realized that if he stayed there long enough, he'd become another drunken island sot, and moved back to the US. That was complicated by his island sojourn. At one point while he was there, a hurricane hit the island, and a casualty was the building at one tip where all off the government's records were stored. He abruptly dropped off the IRS radar. (He's still not sure he's forgiven his brother for pushing him to go through the process to make himself known again.)
He goes back to Grenada occasionally, and has long-term plans to buy a bar there and make it a specialist rum bar. That strikes me as "coals to Newcastle", but he's a serious rum fancier and thinks there's a market if he does it right.
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Dennis