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Sometimes trying will kill you more than not trying...
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You cannot have dignity as a short man: My brief journey being a janitorvent (self.shortguys)
I’m writing this in my car with my dead dog. I took the day off work for this so I have nothing else to do but to write this because my dog is dead and it reminded me of the indignity I endured in the past.
If I could change the past then I wish I never adopted this dog. They are suffering from the consequences of my life turning out the way they did. [Honestly, it's more so Tyrone's fault. You could have suffered in peace with that dog, but ghetto Tyrone and his golem had to snatch that happiness away.]
I grew up in the US, my mom is an illiterate single mom who works as a janitor for the past two decades. She started at minimum wage and stayed there for majority of my childhood. My dad broke mentally early in my childhood from schizophrenia after being robbed multiple times in his life time. He became a ward of the state
When I turned 17 I attempted to join the military but they said my mom being a former citizen of a certain Asian country meant I only qualified for lower level jobs which had less opportunities post military. I should have taken the offer, however I went to university instead. I went to Walmart and asked them for a job and they eventually let me become a temporary painter at 18.
I flunked out of engineering and lost a full ride. Instead I went back to Walmart to ask for a job because everywhere I applied no one replied or found me off putting. I had a group interview go south when another candidate said “I needed to be myself” WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS ME
so Walmart gave me a 28-32 hour position as a janitor and I did this while going to evening college. My mom is a school janitor so I was embarrassed back then to tell others of her job since I was allowed into a richer school district without being zoned.
When I was a janitor for two years the experience always made me numb, the amount of stares or pointing, the random sentences questioning what will they say this time? I’m a 5’3 Asian man in the ghetto. This was the only job I could get for two years until I managed to land another one.
During my college degreex, interviewed for so long with a business degree hoping to take on anything else. Eventually I went to university. I interviewed with the big 4, f500s and smaller firms. No one would hire me, I had high grades but I couldn’t pass even the prescreen interviews
I remember the comments people would make and the snickering, working in retail meant I could not avoid the traffic or the judgement of the urban shitheads. There would be single moms, groups of youths and literally kids.
Then in Spanish, I would hear words and fingers.
The restrooms were the worst, not because of the shit but proximity to the front and out of control people judging
My dog just died, all I can remember is the two years of humiliation going to Walmart while no company decided to hire me for those years of good grades.
I adopted a dog and gave it a chance, now it’s dead because of where I live.
It’s dead because I work at a call center and make middle class income and still couldn’t move away from the ghetto. Instead I get berated as a faceless representative, what a good use of education.
There was a moment of fleeting happiness and joy with my dog, it was so strong that I forgot the imbeciles that judged me at Walmart and made all those comments and fingers. I had forgotten my disdain for humanity and let my guard down.
It only took a few seconds for my dog to get mauled and having to get put down. I had forgotten a lifetime of humiliation for being a short Asian man, I let me guard down . I should never had trusted humanity to do the right thing and now a pitbull killed my dog.
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You cannot have dignity as a short man: My brief journey being a janitorvent (self.shortguys)
I’m writing this in my car with my dead dog. I took the day off work for this so I have nothing else to do but to write this because my dog is dead and it reminded me of the indignity I endured in the past.
If I could change the past then I wish I never adopted this dog. They are suffering from the consequences of my life turning out the way they did. [Honestly, it's more so Tyrone's fault. You could have suffered in peace with that dog, but ghetto Tyrone and his golem had to snatch that happiness away.]
I grew up in the US, my mom is an illiterate single mom who works as a janitor for the past two decades. She started at minimum wage and stayed there for majority of my childhood. My dad broke mentally early in my childhood from schizophrenia after being robbed multiple times in his life time. He became a ward of the state
When I turned 17 I attempted to join the military but they said my mom being a former citizen of a certain Asian country meant I only qualified for lower level jobs which had less opportunities post military. I should have taken the offer, however I went to university instead. I went to Walmart and asked them for a job and they eventually let me become a temporary painter at 18.
I flunked out of engineering and lost a full ride. Instead I went back to Walmart to ask for a job because everywhere I applied no one replied or found me off putting. I had a group interview go south when another candidate said “I needed to be myself” WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS ME
so Walmart gave me a 28-32 hour position as a janitor and I did this while going to evening college. My mom is a school janitor so I was embarrassed back then to tell others of her job since I was allowed into a richer school district without being zoned.
When I was a janitor for two years the experience always made me numb, the amount of stares or pointing, the random sentences questioning what will they say this time? I’m a 5’3 Asian man in the ghetto. This was the only job I could get for two years until I managed to land another one.
During my college degreex, interviewed for so long with a business degree hoping to take on anything else. Eventually I went to university. I interviewed with the big 4, f500s and smaller firms. No one would hire me, I had high grades but I couldn’t pass even the prescreen interviews
I remember the comments people would make and the snickering, working in retail meant I could not avoid the traffic or the judgement of the urban shitheads. There would be single moms, groups of youths and literally kids.
Then in Spanish, I would hear words and fingers.
The restrooms were the worst, not because of the shit but proximity to the front and out of control people judging
My dog just died, all I can remember is the two years of humiliation going to Walmart while no company decided to hire me for those years of good grades.
I adopted a dog and gave it a chance, now it’s dead because of where I live.
It’s dead because I work at a call center and make middle class income and still couldn’t move away from the ghetto. Instead I get berated as a faceless representative, what a good use of education.
There was a moment of fleeting happiness and joy with my dog, it was so strong that I forgot the imbeciles that judged me at Walmart and made all those comments and fingers. I had forgotten my disdain for humanity and let my guard down.
It only took a few seconds for my dog to get mauled and having to get put down. I had forgotten a lifetime of humiliation for being a short Asian man, I let me guard down . I should never had trusted humanity to do the right thing and now a pitbull killed my dog.
