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Tuesday, June 16, 2020

The housekeeping Street Gang

June 16, 2020

Life goes on. And as the world changes, there are all kinds of elements that find stupid things to do for kicks.  One of the most disgusting and probable timely attacks that I have gone through has been brainwashing to do housework by no other than my friends affectionately called "The Housekeeper Street gang"These people,, hanging around Jeanne Mance Park, delighted in kidnapping people and mangling their heads and their sanity so that they would do housecleaning for anyone, anywhere So let me tell you what happened to me.

First of all,b being highly educated and suffering greatly for it, I might add, I have in the past scorned all tasks that conflict with my own.  One is housekeeping. Imagine if you will, however, how a high placed official can work in an untidy environment. In this microcosm, things are not organized, they are hard to find. Life becomes a battle between fighting deadlines and finding your stuff even before the work begins. Thus much as it is unpleasant, skilled workers must have a tidy environment. so if you drop by someone's office at a certain time you will very probably see him or her tidying up. Before the battle starts. This is not to say in any way shape or form they are interested in housekeeping or cleaning any more than to live and work in their own space.

So, when I started cleaning the halfway house and doing only that I got a very bad reputation. First of all, I was working for the organization as a housekeeper.  Dishwashers are considered lower and I have heard myself being referred to as a career, volunteer (translated to unpaid and unskilled and stupid I might add) dishwasher. FOr a good happy assailant and sadist, this is nirvana. Are they happy! Because I have been, truthfully one hell of an unhappy housecleaner, and also a dishwasher.   FOr someone who does something else. Or did. I have to tell you something else. I am a very bad one at that. And thoroughly miserable. So much so I endured emotional breakdown after breakdown. I still live much in a work of isolated silence because of this most heinous attack from the housekeeping street gang.  The most embarrassing and painful things are even too difficult to think about never mind discuss. What about you?