Work tomorrow!?

Stopped in for a mini-interview for this recently created English "club", and was told that I will teach two adult classes tomorrow night, one intermediate and one beginner. The founder of the company called me at 9:30 tonight to let me know I was working tomorrow. I was a little surprised, but wasted no time getting to work on some tentative lesson plans. Luckily, I still have some materials saved from the TEF course, so I just whipped up a combination of things. I've been used to teaching younger children so a lot of my vocabulary games won't fly with adults, also, the space I'm working in tomorrow is actually the size of my bathroom. There are only six desks, and a white board, and no room for standing even. Apparently there is a bigger classroom but it is under construction so I have to teach in a room that is one-step up from a closet. Getting there in itself is tough too, it is down two back alleys and around a corner, my friend Flip walked me there this afternoon, but walking there in the dark by myself is a whole different story. I am leaving plenty early so I have a lot of time to get there, in case I take a wrong turn or something. I'm slightly nervous but it shouldn't be too bad. I will be observed by the founder of the company, but his English needs some serious practice as well, so I'm not worried about anyone correcting my grammar...
So it turns out my apartment comes with a cleaning lady, which was a really great surprise... every morning.... at 8:15am. Granted, this was Tet weekend, so I was staying out pretty late with the intention of sleeping in the next day. But alas, my doorbell rings at 8:30. First I ignored it because, well, people ring it all the time looking for my landlady. But no, the bell keeps ringing. So I lean out my window and it's the cleaning lady, motioning for me to come let her in. So I roll out of my now very warm bed and have to run down 5 flights to let her in. Then I get back to bed ready to sleep again, but she knocks around 9:00 asking to wash down all my floors and surfaces. I was actually really sick and had no voice so I used my limited Vietnamese (she doesn't speak a word of English) to communicate that I was sick and for her to come another day. No problem, she gets it. Next morning, 8:30 am she rings my bell again. At this point I am wondering why she doesn't ring someone's bell on the first floor, so she wouldn't have to wait for me to run down 5 flights, but I do it anyway. I let her in, get back into bed, and then stay awake, waiting for the knock on my door for her to come clean. It's 9:30 and no knock, so I'm getting pretty close to falling back asleep. But THEN, two cats on the roof next door are having some major battle, and there is very serious verbal streetcat dispute that ensues for the next 45 minutes, so sleep was not really an option. So I figure, ok, I will wake up, go to the market, get some supplies for dinner, read a book in a cafe, and by the time I'm back, she will be done in my room. I get back as she's in the middle of some heavy duty mopping. I felt bad enough hanging around watching her (she wouldn't let me help, although I did offer) so I found another reason to leave for a while, search the streets looking for a photocopy machine to make some copies of my TEFL Certificate and passport. Turns out there is photocopy place one block away, and I got back to my room when she was in my bathroom. This timing was incredibly awful because let's just say I had a desperate need to use my bathroom at that time. So at this point I laid on my bed counting the seconds until she was done, so I ran in there as she made her way out. I really need to figure out how to communicate a more appropriate schedule for the cleaning lady.
But, well, my apartment looks really clean! Although I dirtied up my kitchen a bit making some garlic, onion, mashed potatoes, which is definitely one of the more successful dishes I've attempted thus far. Who knew cooking could be enjoyable? Oh, and above is a rather limited view of my living room from my "kitchen", now with the rug it is a wonderful place to spread out all my materials and pick out the things I'll need for class tomorrow. The space is great, speaking of, I've sent some resumes to a couple architecture firms here looking for interns, moving on to interior design next...