There is little to tell about the life of the common housekeeper. He is a strange creature, devote to his statement of belief, forever predestined to exercise his sacred vocation. My story today is about such a being, although he might not view himself as such. His name is Michael Doubly and I am proud to say that he and I shared some wonderful experiences back when I used to work for his father. Michael was somewhat of an intellectual, but it did not show much.
Michael finished high school and quickly begun looking for an appropriate profession. He did not want to became a cleaner at first, tending to some twat’s filthy home, but after his father passed away it became rather hard to keep food on the table. Dirty job it was, but Mickey quickly discovered that life was not always fun and games, and sometimes one has to abide to the laws of society.
Michael did not put much effort into his work; rather he approached the situation with quiet dignity, a kind of silent resistance he felt he had to exert in order to maintain his sanity. I understand him completely, for not even a brain dead moron would like to work as a lowly housekeeper. But economy is tough all over, for that reason little Mickey stayed with the cleaning company for quite a while.
After several years, Michael finally managed to find himself another job, one that was not full off shit. He continued working for the cleaning company, but this time he got promoted to executive cleaning bloke or something, with severe wage increase, as well as the fact that he was now free from the unpleasant task of cleaning muck. I believe he was happy at his new position, he looks happy anyway, and more importantly, he got his pride back!
Never should a human being be subjected to this sort of treatment, unless he is either retarded or a foreigner, for it not only deprives you of all self-respect you might had, but also it is a nightmarish exercise in repentance.
Michael finished high school and quickly begun looking for an appropriate profession. He did not want to became a cleaner at first, tending to some twat’s filthy home, but after his father passed away it became rather hard to keep food on the table. Dirty job it was, but Mickey quickly discovered that life was not always fun and games, and sometimes one has to abide to the laws of society.
Michael did not put much effort into his work; rather he approached the situation with quiet dignity, a kind of silent resistance he felt he had to exert in order to maintain his sanity. I understand him completely, for not even a brain dead moron would like to work as a lowly housekeeper. But economy is tough all over, for that reason little Mickey stayed with the cleaning company for quite a while.
After several years, Michael finally managed to find himself another job, one that was not full off shit. He continued working for the cleaning company, but this time he got promoted to executive cleaning bloke or something, with severe wage increase, as well as the fact that he was now free from the unpleasant task of cleaning muck. I believe he was happy at his new position, he looks happy anyway, and more importantly, he got his pride back!
Never should a human being be subjected to this sort of treatment, unless he is either retarded or a foreigner, for it not only deprives you of all self-respect you might had, but also it is a nightmarish exercise in repentance.