Notes from the TEFL Graveyard

Wistful reflections, petty glories.

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I'm a flailing TEFL teacher who entered the profession over a decade ago to kill some time whilst I tried to find out what I really wanted to do. I like trying to write comedy (I once got to the semi-finals of a BBC Talent competition, ironically writing a sitcom based on TEFL), whilst trying to conquer genetically inherited procrastination... I am now based in Brazil, where I live with my wife and two chins.

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

TOTAL BANKERS

I have to admit that, over the years, I have developed a robust loathing of banks, perhaps because my late father, and his late brother, both worked for one, neither of them ever having a good word to say about them.

Towards the end of my father’s career, bank employees went from being administrators of customers’ finances to being salespeople, something he simply couldn’t abide. Elderly customers always sought him out for his wisdom, patience and genuine credibility, and this relationship of trust was totally undermined by his being expected to sell them something at every opportunity, he felt.

His exasperation grew as he neared retirement, to the point that, in one of those horrible motivational meetings only the David Ickes of this world can possibly find uplifting, the manager goaded staff that they simply weren’t selling enough insurance.

[Name of high-street bank] makes enough bloody profit as it is!” my father protested, taking the stand that I think I still most admire him for today.

Swiss banks are particularly hateful institutions. Hiding behind the concept of “discreet banking”, their unidentifiable accounts are havens for the pillaged billions of African dictators, South American “politicians” and sundry money launderers and criminal organisations worldwide. The sooner this hypocritical veil of supposed "sophistication" is removed, the better, in my humble opinion.

The current financial crisis has just served to demean banks even further. Their reckless baboonery got us into this mess, taxpayer’s cash has been used to bail them out, and all of us are paying the price through job losses and economic turmoil.

One of my favourite students was the carioca Marcelo, who unfortunately has found a new job in São Paulo and no longer attends his one-to-one classes with me. He told me the following story, which made him my instant personal hero.

One day his bank sent him a letter telling him that the manager wanted to see him urgently. Always meticulous about his finances, he worried that there had been some kind of problem with his account, or that he’d been victim of identity theft or some other kind of fraudulent activity so common here, so he was in the queue before the bank opened the next morning, having had a restless night.

“No, sorry, I don’t understand,” he told the salesgirl for the fifth time. Drawing a deep breath, she started on the sixth rendition of her well-rehearsed sales pitch.

At the end, Marcelo stopped and thought. “So, if I understand you correctly, you’re telling me I have R$ 2,000 in credit, instantly available to me. If I decide to take this, I’ll be paying you interest on it at double the rate you pay me interest on the money I keep in my account, which I make available to your bank for your bank to invest and make profits from.”

“Well... yes...”

Marcelo asked her to summon the Manager.

“You shall NEVER, EVER call me here again,” Marcelo addressed the oaf who shortly after appeared, suit and tie disguising his recent emergence from a nearby boteco, “and if you do, I’m going to sue you for loss of earnings, because I’m a salesman and I earn while I’m working, not while I’m wasting my time in a bank. This time I’m going to let it go,” he said, “but I’m not leaving this bank until you’ve paid me for my car parking.” Like a schoolboy caught doing unnatural things in the bathroom sink, the Manager scurried off to deduct some money from somebody’s wages.

If I’d been there I’d have broken into spontaneous applause, which I imagine may have become a ripple, then a torrent, as all the sweaty bank customers acknowledged this everyday hero, like in an American film where the one-legged geek finally stands up to the bullying jock, and gets the cheerleader.

Or summat.


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13 Comments:

Blogger Mrs Pouncer said...

Oh absoballylutely, M.C. Did you see Sir Jock McCockup on the TV ... no, sorry, I forget you are out of the Radio Times circulation area ...... but really! The hubris was thick on the ground, and the soi disant "apology" was a joy to behold.

My father (not a banker, but a GP, so similar pillar-of-the-community-type) vouchsafed that the advent of "practice managers" sounded the knell. Suddenly, consultation times were logged, and a sort of time 'n efficiency vibe entered in. It's all bollocks. And some of it is dangerous bollocks. Love to you btw.

3 March 2009 at 12:13  
Blogger M C Ward said...

I've followed his slug-like trail over the Internet, Mrs P. Only top executives are rewarded for failure - the rest of us lose our jobs.

Love to you too - hope you're feeling better.

3 March 2009 at 13:03  
Blogger Gadjo Dilo said...

Absolutely, can't disagree with a word of it. And your final imagining for some reason makes me think of that piratical scene from Monty Python's Meaning Of Life. After emerging from the Somme trenches my paternal grandfather worked all his life as a doorman at the Bank of England. He had to tip his hat and say "good morning sir" to every hateful knob of a manager. "Wunch", the collective noun for a group of bankers.

4 March 2009 at 04:27  
Blogger Gadjo Dilo said...

Oops, I've realised that I've insulted both your late father and uncle! I was meaning the evil, thieving, condescending bankers, obviously, not the nice, kind, honest members of your family.

4 March 2009 at 05:45  
Blogger M C Ward said...

This time I'm willing to let it go, Gadj. Try it again, though, and I'll be sending Mrs Boyo to pay you a little visit.

4 March 2009 at 09:48  
Blogger The TEFL Tradesman said...

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4 March 2009 at 14:58  
Blogger The TEFL Tradesman said...

So, bankers are to be added to the list of undesirables, along with dentists and estate agents. Let's not forget insurance salesman too. And website designers.

But what about traffic wardens and parking attendants? Shall we get the knives out for them too? Or are they too proley to deserve such an unbecoming end?

4 March 2009 at 14:59  
Blogger M C Ward said...

In fact, TEFL T, I direct my wrath at banks as institutions and not necessarily at bankers as a body of people. They are mere pawns of the psychopathic organisations.

4 March 2009 at 23:34  
Blogger No Good Boyo said...

"Reckless baboonery" is a phrase to relish, MC. I've had such summonses from the bank in my time, although they've dried up since I became a net debtor.

5 March 2009 at 09:34  
Blogger Mrs Boyo said...

Delighted to be at your service, MC.

5 March 2009 at 09:36  
Blogger M C Ward said...

Many thanks to both Boyos. I was in need of a primate-related noun, so decided to do a Billy Shakespeare. Who knows it may catch on and become street.

It's reassuring to know you're on my side, Madame.

5 March 2009 at 18:08  
Blogger paulc said...

I really can't help but agree, we (perfidious albions, that we are) are quite happy to slight other countries for being corrupt, whilst ignoring the corruption that is so ingrained in our culture it has become institutional, nay constitutional! Looking at the scandal that is the pension of the Ex chairman of RBS. Name me any other job where your pension almost doubles if you take early retirement? When all the scandal could have been avoided if they'd just fired him for not doing his job properly!
Aaah that feels better. Hope your well mr Matt.

6 March 2009 at 20:01  
Blogger KALINAGO ENGLISH said...

TEFL T---what on earth's wrong with Website designers?

One of my students in banking asked me if it was true that bankers were hated.

I said, hmmm... I think they are kind of publicly hated because they are a necessary evil -you need somewhere to keep your money but in keeping your money with them it gives them a lot of power over you and that money - which of course inspires fear.

Hate is basically fear.

Less philosophically, am tired of people not taking responsibility of their own failures.

If you get sold something you don't want, that's your own stupidity, not a bankers or his institutions.

You're the sucker that didn't do his homework.

And no, no one in my family is a banker.

Best wishes ;-)
Karenne

8 March 2009 at 11:25  

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