I haven’t appeared in a family photo in years.
I’ve worked my ass off. I put the job in front of everything. The most important I was loyal to the company and its management.
It was a Friday evening and we were about to open the doors. It was pouring outside. The place stashed all its excess furniture in the back, outside under a scaffold. Most of the tables and the chairs were getting soaked.
This guy could ruin my day in less than a sentence.
I don’t consider myself a tough guy, but on many occasions I had wished we went to the back and fought it out because I know till this day I could crush the little insignificant cockroach that he is and always will be.
My experience with the manager I mentioned before was a train wreck. I don’t like to look down at anyone, but with this guy, I didn’t have a choice. Standing at a little over 5-feet he had a Napoleon complex.
It’s a shame because the guy’s story should be an inspiring one.
The first was a learning experience. It was a hard dose of reality and an extremely sobering time. The place was my safe haven, my social setting. It was my church and it was my rehab. I adored this place with all of my heart and would have taken a bullet for most who worked there.
I chose a friend over the wishes of my closest family members. I chose this place over the wishes and nightmares of my own son. I was the poster boy for caught in a web.
We are not plants or pets, we are people. We require more than sunlight, food, and some water.
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