Yesterday evening, while I was in front of the pc, I started to remember some past events, nothing too distant, we're talking about a couple of years ago.
Be prepared for the usual delusions of words...
I was thinking about the incident that led me to leave my job in the cooperative; you must know that, a couple of years ago, I worked in an association that managed reception projects in a small town in these parts of Italy; they are ministerial projects to which many Italian cooperatives and associations have access and are called SAI (ex Siproimi, ex Sprar).
I think it is right to contextualize a bit: my role was that of the reception operator; at the time I lived in the small village where this project was based I had moved there away from the traffic and stress of the city and I was happy with the choice even if, in the period in which I finished my work there we had already settled in our current house ;, my contract was for 14 hours, not very many, but paid well compared to the hourly average of the region where I live, we are talking about a three-year renewable agreement with the renewal of the project; of course there is always the catch, the payments were constantly late by at least a couple of months and, you will understand, paying the expenses was really complicated also, the requests were continuous and the standard they wanted us to maintain had to be high so... You work as we say and we pay you when and as we always say.
Unfortunately, in my world of work this rule applies: if you pay me as I say, I work as you say; if you pay me as you say I work as I say; I do not accept replies or exceptions to this rule, ever!
My main service was to take one of the boys from the cooperative to physiotherapy, 4 times a week, we went to the city to a facility that was about 20 km from the town
so I traveled 40 km round trip plus, in the last 9 months of work 40 to return to the house where I currently live with my wife... total of the fair 80km for 4 days a week plus 40 the fifth is 360 km a week, 1440 per month, 17280 km per year and I anticipated the petrol... and they also had requests and complaints to make! I'm stupid that I didn't send them to fuck off right away!
Obviously I traveled these routes with my car since, in the cooperative, they had been waiting for years for a service car that did not arrive and, obviously, I was the only one willing to put the vehicle specifically for this job, the other colleagues refused and the The only alternative would have been not to take the child to therapy... which is unacceptable to me.
Obviously being too good a person that I am, on the way back to the village, I always found myself accompanying the father of the child (who came with us to therapy) to do a series of services that otherwise he would have had to do at other times and taking the bus, of course all done as a favor and of course it was me who lost out, always returning home an hour later than expected (when it suited me).
Ah last note, my car at the time was not even a year old yet, it was brand new and brand new.
One day returning to the village, it happens that a nice gentleman (obviously I'm sarcastic, he was an asshole who went very fast in an urban area) does not respect precedence, fortunately we touch each other slowly and therefore nobody gets hurt (simply because I was going slowly like mine when I have passengers in the car); However, my car has damage to the bumper, nothing serious after all, the coachbuilder gave me an estimate of around 300 euros in those days (probably today it would be at least 500 lol!).
The accident happened at the entrance to the village and, just a few moments before, the father of the child had asked me to get out of the car to go and get his son's wheelchair, left behind at school; it was basically just me and the baby in the car.
The moral of the story was that, the responsibility fell entirely on me so I obviously would have had to pay for the car myself; the worst thing, however, is that the cooperative, if someone had been hurt, would have discharged all responsibility (so, in the end, my colleagues were right not to make their means available); the father of the child, traveling around the country, said that the accident had happened after leaving his son at home, when he was not even present at the event since he had to fuck with him (this is thanks for the favors done ).
At the end of the story the contract ends, my only request to the employer is to let it end without offering renewal, because I would not have wanted to work with them anymore and, if I had resigned, I would have lost my unemployment benefit and what didn't suit me; obviously, to be a little more convincing, I advised that I just wanted to terminate the contract peacefully in February and they only had to let me live the last month of work peacefully (the fact happened exactly on February 1st and they they would have offered me renewal for a further 3 years at the end of the month) otherwise I would have contacted a lawyer and I would have sued the cooperative as well as denouncing the father of the child for abandoning his child (he was the legal responsible and, considering that I didn't even have a card authorizing the accompaniment of this boy, he simply could not stay without parents in my car).
My managers knew me well and knew that when certain things happen I am willing to go to the extreme in order to keep myself consistent. Therefore, they satisfied my requests and made the contract expire and it was they who communicated to the ministry and the municipality that they did not want to renew it.
When they make me angry I can get really mean, plus, I've always had the need to keep myself consistent in life... an explosive mix is born!
From the day I finished that job I decided that I would never work in the social sector again; just to better contextualize I have always worked in the social sector, I have a title as an educational assistant specialized in people affected by generalized developmental disorders, I have been a swimming instructor for disabled children for years ... in short, that was my life .
That wasn't the only accident that made me completely change my mind, another one happened a few months earlier (not a car one this time heh heh), but maybe I'll tell you about it in another post.
It sounds like malice but it's not like that; years and years of working in contact with many less fortunate people have led me to be very empathetic and sensitive unfortunately, this empathy and this sensitivity in the world and above all in my city do not exist therefore, making certain types of choices only leads to feeling bad and ruin your health.
I confess that I have also become a bit antisocial and sometimes anaffective and cynical, the fact remains that I had decided... no more work in the social field and possibly no more jobs.
It's strange how in life things change because of a simple accident; from that day on I started to build my financial freedom and now I am approaching it with small steps, I confess that I still had to work for three months (as you know I was a cook in a restaurant in my city) but by now I am close enough, I hope in a couple of years to be able to achieve my goals!
Well for today I'll stop here, more than reflections what I told you is a story, but while you read it pretend to be in my head; that's exactly how it went through my mind, I relived the moments of that day and in the meantime I was thinking about destiny.
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English is not my first language but I try, please forgive any errors.
I applaud those who work in the social sector, I don't think I have the patience. Actually, I know I don't.
It's interesting how things. Hanger our course. I wonder though, is it a hanger if course, or just a bump in the direction we would have gone eventually anyway? We'll never know I guess.
We will never know, although I believe that somehow the destination we will take is written.
I've always loved social work, the saddest thing is that, year after year, this damned country I live in has managed to make me hate it.
In Italy social and voluntary work keep the country on its feet... but they are treated as the last wheel of the cart.
Instead many other useless things are carried on in total glory... what a strange and absurd country mine is, huh?!?!?
I dont think I could work in the social sector.
You are lucky, sometimes even small bumps can do damage that you cant see and only find out when the car goes in for a service or similar!
Yes, in fact, I was very lucky, but I still got pissed like a beast!
The car was new at the time and I really care about it; I had the feeling that I was being made fun of by my employers, and when that happens, it really closes my vein.
I count to ten....twenty....hundred... but nothing I'm pissed off and then that's the moment when I unleash panic and fear eh eh!
However social is enough, I'm totally done... I hope to close work soon too, but if it's my turn I'd rather go and clean toilets than go back to work in the social sector.
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Lol - this is awesome!
Good luck getting to that point of freedom. I feel like it is a long way away for me personally, but things can change fast - this is crypto ;)
Heh heh, you will see that things will change, the crypto world will lead us to a turning point.
Unfortunately I go ahead on certain things on principle, sometimes it goes to my detriment but certain things I can't not be coherent, he's stronger than me!