Monthly Archive for August, 2009

Those who have everything, throw it away…

My childhood piano teacher showed up unannounced today to see my mother. She’s been doing this a lot the last couple of years. She’s lonely.

She’s also an idiot. She was married to her husband for about 15 years, and had two little boys. He worked hard, paid all the bills, was faithful, was a great father to her sons, and gave her the freedom to do as she pleased. She tutored and taught people the piano, and could fit her work around her sons.

Then she took up salsa dancing lessons, met another (married) man, and gave up everything for him. Her husband, her house, her sons.. her life. She pays all this man’s bills, while he continues to pay the mortgage on the home occupied by his wife (who he has still not divorced) and daughter. He doesn’t believe in celebrating birthdays or christmas. He doesn’t even believe in eating on tuesdays. He sounds like the most boring loser I’ve ever heard of.

Why, when people have it all, do they throw it away on some mis-placed attempt at adventure or excitement?

Ignorant little boys

I have a strange relationship with my boss/business partner. He’s 25 years my senior, and he pays my wages, yet we also have a level of friendship too, in that, we could talk about anything to each other really. I used to think this was a good thing – it makes us awesome business partners – but lately it’s become really divisive.

He’s a racist. He tried to hide it at first, because he knew how disgusted I was a the racism I observed in the midwest. He tried to pretend that people in the midwest are racist and backward, but people like him are forward-thinking and fair. But over time, I’ve noticed that he is extremely racist; possibly the most racist person I’ve ever met. He can’t talk about somebody of a different race for ten seconds without saying something derogatory about their skin colour or culture.

It all culminated last night, when we were talking about a Pakistani guy we both know. He called him a “lizard brained Indian,” and went on to say that no white woman would ever date an Indian man unless she was a whore. I let him have it. I told him he was a nasty, evil, revolting excuse for a human being, and never to subject me to such disgusting words ever again. Now I’m getting email after email of him ridiculously trying to justify himself, and saying that I refuse to listen to any other opinion outside of my own. I admitted that when it comes to statements like his, damn right, I don’t have time for his “opinion.”

I’d rather drop it, move on, and sure, my opinion of him will suffer a massive blow. But he won’t drop it. He won’t quit emailing me about it… whining, crying, pathetic emails. Is this all men are? It doesn’t matter what age, social status or income, they all amount to the same thing: over-emotional, pathetic, wimpy immature little boys?

I’m so sick of it. I need a female business partner.

A smile

There are few examples in life where I can say I’ve actually seen proof that the the idea that doing good, or being kind, really results in any benefit to you. But when it comes to just being friendly to genuine people, I’ve noticed it always does pay off.

Action: Talk to and make a cup of tea and buscuits for the night porters at the hospital I worked in.
Unintended result: Could leave roughly 45 minutes early from work every night, with them as the only witness. Of course, they never told :)

Action: Talk to the drivers and car maintenance people at the car hire company I worked for.
Result: Hardly ever had to clean a car myself – they’d always do it for me!

Action: Befriending the warehouse workers at the last company I worked for.
Result: Anything I needed done with equipment, they’d go the extra mile for me.

Action: Be friendly to the person I’m ordering lunch from every day. They’re human beings too!
Result: Frequently received free drinks, compliance with my fussiness (”I know it takes you ten minutes to make from scratch but can you do this without mayonnaise?”)

Action: Smile and talk to the guy washing cars outside the gym every day.
Result: Free car washes!

… This all hit me the other day, after my free car wash at the gym. I realised that nobody else is getting free car washes. Because nobody else is stopping to talk to the guy washing cars. Apparently nobody else is interested in learning that he is from Ghana, that he is over here with his wife and that his 15 year old only child has not been granted a visa to come too. All you have to do is smile. I’m not an outgoing person, I don’t go up to somebody and start talking to them, but if you smile at somebody every time you walk past, say “good morning,” they’ll notice, and one day they’ll say “excuse me – what’s your name?”, and you’ll have a new friend!

I never ignore or look down upon anybody doing a job, because they’re working far harder than many people I know. I think it runs in the family, because I remember a story my mother told me about my grandfather. He worked as a schoolteacher in Borneo, which was under British influence and highly class-conscious. Most people wouldn’t even dream of making eye contact with, let alone talking to, the guy who operated the school gates. But every time my grandfather went to work, he would say hello to the man whose job it was to lift the gates for the cars.

Then the communist takeover happened. All the British were kicked out, all the teachers lost their jobs. But my grandfather didn’t. The guy he’d been saying hello to every day was a communist sleeper agent, and he made sure that my grandfather kept his job, his house, his car, his life.

A smile always pays off. It’s the only thing in life that does.

why?

Why do I fall for it every time? Am I such an idiot? Rusty begged and begged me not to let the house get foreclosed on. He wanted to save his precious credit score. He said he’d do anything for me to pay that mortgage for him. All I asked of him, in exchange for $6000 of my money to pay off all those bills, was for him to keep the house clean and move out on the 1st.

So now it’s the 1st, renters have been turned away time and time again because of house is trashed, and now he informs me he’s removed the fridge, washer and dryer from the house to sell for cash. The house is now 100% unrentable. I’ve sunk $6000 into a house that CANNOT be rented. I trusted him. Or, I didn’t so much trust him, but I trusted human nature. That when someone is so desperate, when they plead with you like that, when they give you their word… that there’s something in that. A connection.

When it comes to money, I seem to let everyone just walk all over me. I trust people every single time. Even though I know deep down that they’re going to screw me over. I just feel I should give them the chance not to.