Moving On From A Tit For Tat Of A Job Today
Today's my last day from this job that I was doing for over 5 years in return for board and lodging with someone in Stapleton, Staten Island, NYC. He thought of me mainly as a housekeeper. I would cook, clean, do some other odd jobs so I'd have board and lodging in his 23-room house that he proudly says he rebuilt when he bought it over 22 years or so ago. Oh, well, I'm greatly relieved and grateful that this arrangement has stopped effectively today. How it ended wasn't really that positive, and so I won't dwell with that anymore. Suffice it to say that he tended to deal with me as his employee, more than anything else, so his very capricious tastes of running his household would be followed. To do otherwise would mean that I'd feel bad over the kind of work that I do, despite the fact that he's really abusive as a human being. Also, he's made it a point to contact someone who replaced me whom he has never regarded as someone worthy of meeting his capricious tastes. This proves more that this guy is really a bad judge of human character.
Honestly, I'm happy for this guy who has replaced me as he's finally getting a regular gig that would pay him and somehow feed him for whatever other needs he has. He's been homeless as a choice. You need to hear his stories about his family. And he was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY with his Puerto Rican relatives and extended family.
More than anything else, that kind of arrangement I got myself into is a dead end job, and I'm wondering why I even acquiesced to such an arrangement. Perhaps, it was over desperation I had when I used to live in a tiny space somewhere close to the last stop of the F train before it crosses to Brooklyn. I'm grateful for the experience.
For now, I've got all my stuff stored at the storage. And I am taking all my time paying attention to what's happening around me and doing exactly what I want. How do I solve my poverty in this kind of lifestyle that I've been leading? I've been building and growing online businesses. I learn valuable lessons in the process. And I get to meet a lot of wonderful people. I'm happier. I think that is what matters above all.
Thank you for curiously reading this post.
Honestly, I'm happy for this guy who has replaced me as he's finally getting a regular gig that would pay him and somehow feed him for whatever other needs he has. He's been homeless as a choice. You need to hear his stories about his family. And he was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY with his Puerto Rican relatives and extended family.
More than anything else, that kind of arrangement I got myself into is a dead end job, and I'm wondering why I even acquiesced to such an arrangement. Perhaps, it was over desperation I had when I used to live in a tiny space somewhere close to the last stop of the F train before it crosses to Brooklyn. I'm grateful for the experience.
For now, I've got all my stuff stored at the storage. And I am taking all my time paying attention to what's happening around me and doing exactly what I want. How do I solve my poverty in this kind of lifestyle that I've been leading? I've been building and growing online businesses. I learn valuable lessons in the process. And I get to meet a lot of wonderful people. I'm happier. I think that is what matters above all.
Thank you for curiously reading this post.
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