Day Ninety-five - Slave to the wage

If you thought that was a crazy story, wait 'till you get a load of the next one. I can't be sure now precisely how it came about, but as I best recall it, it was through my mother, who maybe knew a guy who knew a guy, one of those things. And you know by now that back then whenever I found myself without a job, I'd always try to find a security gig or the other. So it's no wonder that what I found was doing security work, but this time with some caveats. Firstly, it would only be for a few days - I can't remember how many, but maybe more than a weekend and less than a week. So the pay wasn't exactly great, but for just those few days, it wasn't shabby either. The proviso was that a more steady gig could be offered to me when this ended. But it was doing security work in a funfair sort of thing, and I'd have to be there until the day was done, god knows at what time that would be. All I know is that it would be an ungodly amount of hours per day. But we needed the money, things weren't going great financially at home. So, my first day there - and let me tell you this was quite far from where I lived back then - I get to the place maybe a little bit after lunch time, to talk to whoever was responsible for the operation. I have no idea what I was expecting, maybe something at least semi-professional and well organized, and instead I was greeted by a gaggle of what looked like nothing more than random teenage hoodlums, who you think you'd rather sooner find being the cause of a disturbance, rather than actually be providing security. It's quite likely that I might have had a few words with the - and it's no exaggeration here  - kid who was running the gig, but a few minutes after I'd arrived, I turned my back on that whole thing and came back home.

Making the choice to leave was a hard one, because of the financial situation. When I got back home and talked to Dora she was visibly disappointed. She told me she had, in fact, already made plans for the money. If things weren't already great between us, then this really didn't help at all. Around this time, we’d also received some financial help from my mother - and by this I mean she'd sometimes do some shopping for us. She and my sister would sometimes visit us at our place and drop off some supplies, but I know that never sat well with Dora. It was in one of those instances that the only time we ever fought happened. Hell, it was the only time I ever had a fight with anyone I've been in a relationship with. I can't remember what sparked it, but it went from zero to a hundred in a pico second. Tick tock, tick tock. Time was running out, faster and faster.