Chapter 3
Welcome to the Workforce where Women Dictate:
Chapter 2
The Rise Of “Mary Magdalene”
AKA My Fucking Sister
By Aldrich the Wise Counselor
After leaving my family drama behind (temporary) I went on to my first job, If I wanted to be independent I needed money to have a roof and some food, which at times I didn’t have food nor even soap to shower, still, I felt free and happy to be out of the nightmare I was living at my parents’ house (thanks to my fucking cunt of a sister) I was no longer told every day that Satan was living inside me, locked on my room before bed nor excommunicated from my friends because they cut off the phone line with the purpose of me not contacting my satanic friends. I was free and working as a cashier at a Gas Station with a very nasty schedule, many times they had me working until 11 PM just to be back at 530AM to open the station, but still, I was OK, I was going to make it. I had a Supervisor called Wanda (a member of the LGTBQ community) she was this big, strong masculine woman, had a badass attitude who rode a very cool motorbike. We got along quickly, she was out in the open about her sexuality and being 18 (in the ’90s), I felt almost safe that someone was looking after me. She was super friendly, we spoke about her past relationships and how she screwed up her last one and was still suffering from it, and because of all of our story sharing, I would say I considered her my friend, or so I thought.
My first fucked up at work was huge, Wanda had put me on the cashier for the very first time, had a huge line of customers waiting for me people were yelling at me because I had no idea what I was doing, these two middle-aged women came up to me and asked me to fill up their tank (meaning open the pump so they can pay after and asking me for cases of cigarettes at the same time, (boxes, the whole boxes of 24 I think it was) I was so rushed that I opened the pump for them, (didn’t check the credit card was valid) gave away all the cigarette boxes and by the time I had a chance to look out, they have already filled out their tanks and fled the scene, obviously their credit card was stolen and not working. After all of that I said, Fuck, this will be obviously my last day (and it was only like my 3rd day), how could I have been so stupid and the whole main office of the company was asking me questions thinking I was part of it. Wanda defended me telling them it was not my fault and “took the blame” and I said, wow, she is really looking after me, finally someone I can trust!
I think we were in total 5 employees working a different shift on the gas station, we all had to do an inventory every single time we went in and out of our shift (I hated it) when it was time for our paycheck, they paid us in cash (I was earning a whopping $5.15 per hour salary) for 30 hours and every single week, Wanda will meet with us and say, so, I have discounted $30.00 from each of your paychecks because the mini market is missing some items, you could have imagined our faces each week of disappointment, we had to work almost a full shift to earn those $30, with this $30 I divided between gas and buying groceries. So, let’s say $155.00 a week that I earned, minus taxes, minus the $30, I would end up with only around $90 a week to survive, to pay rent, eat, gas, and survive. This happened every single week, a few weeks after I decided to leave, I got another job at a different gas station closer to home, which I even hated more. I later learned that my so-called BFF Wanda was fired, they caught her stealing from the mini-market, also someone complained that she was deducting money from our paycheck (illegally) and they somehow figured it out she orchestrated that day where the two middle-aged women robbed me. I couldn’t believe it at the moment (although makes so much sense now that I’m 105 years old) I say how can someone do that at work? I had no idea that this was just the beginning of my many encounters with women at work. After my two unsuccessful stints working in gas stations (two months in total between both of them) I got saved by a high school friend, he saw me crying at work while I was on break and connected me with his aunt, she worked at a big company and put me to work in an office, I got directly in without going through any interviews, she was one of the few that I admired and respected in the workforce, she was full of compassion and wanted to help me out. Being 18 and having an office job 8-5 was a big thing (though I worked some weekends) I was able to study at night and work during the day. It was nothing fancy, more like a data entry job, but I felt some stability even though I was still earning $5.15 an hour + benefits and I got free lunch from the cafeteria. What I thought it was a blessing and until this day I’m extremely grateful to her, it also came with a huge problem, fucking Melissa. Melissa was the head of the department, tiny, very skinny, short fake blond hair, and had this huge ego of being a boss. Melissa didn’t like me, well let’s put it this way, HATED the fact that I was placed in her department without her approval so automatically I got into her department as an enemy, and boy she went above and beyond to make my life miserable.
While working in this company I made friends, grown-up friends, even though it was not so easy, I first met Lisbeth, another member of the LGTBQ community and we instantly clicked, she thought me all her tricks to get around the office and how to be better at my work, we confide and told me to not trust any of my other colleagues 3 other ones (2 women and a guy) at the beginning it was all me and her and little I spoke with the rest of them because she told me they were not good people and I believed her (she also said she was the highest-earning employee so she felt superior, she was earning $5.45 per hour). As the weeks went by, Melissa kept calling me to her office if I was 1 minute late, laughing, breathing, or just the fact that I was there sitting at my chair, she always had an excuse to call me into her office and wow I hated her. Little I knew Lisbeth was very close to Melissa, many say she was in love with her, which many months after I learned it was true. I wondered many times how Melissa knew every single step, comment, phone conversation, times I breathe, walked in and it was all because Lisbeth was her informant all this time. After I know about this, I stopped my relationship with Lisbeth and we became enemies, still, I had a blessing from the person that put me in that job and people loved me around the company. Things got so bad with Melissa at some point that I went straight to the powerful all-mighty director of finance who put me in that position and complained. (which made it worse) If I laughed, I would be called in the office, if she heard me on the phone, she would call me in the office for any fucking reason to get me fired which was basically impossible for her to do, one time she told me if I was wearing the same clothing to work every day and if I have washed them, I answer, why are you saying that? She is because you are wearing the same shirt and pants (I was not wearing the same shirt and pants, I unintentionally have bought my first office outfits with the same tone of color, between white, beige, khaki pants, basically I was wearing a uniform in my head) but in her eyes, I only had one pair of pants and shirt. Melissa had a daughter, one that did completely the opposite of what she was told, being a single mother, she would work weekdays and her daughter would have to go straight from school to her home without supervision. Melissa was juggling between a full-time job and being a single mom trying to control her daughter and looking for excuses to fire me, at one point she told the head of the department that because of her religious belief I couldn’t be working in her department because I was gay (Back then in the ’90s and still today in many states, I could easily get fired because of my sexual orientation) There’s something about women and religion, it makes them feel like a saint, like a better person, still, her religion didn’t stop her daughter taking boys and getting caught fucking on time she went home early from work.
During this job I met the first person who called me her Gay BFF, a termed I learned to hate through my whole life and forbid anyone calls me that way, we were inseparable, 24/7 together and on the phone calling each other also made friend with another, Leslie, she was a bright young girl married having an affair with a very fucking hot married guy we had as a coworker, damn everyone was in love with him, including me. With Leslie, she was proud of her affair and wasn’t hypocritical about it and I respected her for that also she would be praising her actual husband in front of everybody else. After a year my BFF decided to get a job somewhere else and so did I, I quit my $5.15 per hour job to start working in one that paid me $8.00 an hour (in 1999 that was equal to being Jeff Bezos lol) I had the satisfaction of quitting Melissa as my boss and moving on as my BFF did, she was ecstatic that I finally resigned. A year later I went back to that company and learned she was transferred for another department that had to work during the weekend, overnight schedules, and with no employees because of so many complaints she received while being a boss and her daughter had dropped school because she got pregnant while still being in high school. I do not judge nor am I happy for any girl who has to drop out of school because a mistake at such young age, but for Melissa, life has given her many lessons in life which I don’t think she ever learned from them because she continued to be a complete Cunt. This is only the start of how women treated me through my whole professional life, I really don’t know the reason why they felt the need of making people life’s miserable, for many years I have always heard of women not being in higher positions at work, but in my case, they have always been in management positions, even more than men I would say and 99% of them are total cunts. I never understood why so much hate, maybe because of me being gay, she was very religious, and I was very out and proud of it may be because she couldn’t stand the head of the department another woman who was actually powerful in the company versus her who had no authority except that tiny little office where we were sitting every day. She was a single mom, had an uncontrollable daughter, younger happy employees who she knew didn’t like her, nor the rest of the company liked her. We were her only reason to feel better about her life by making ours miserable and maybe that little power that she had over us made her important. At this point I never gave it much thought because it was just my first experience, I didn’t know that it was the rule of women being complete cunts when in a higher position.
By Aldrich the Wise Counselor
One of my very first taste of what it was like to be betrayed by a woman was by "Mary Magdalene" AKA My Fucking Big Sister. Since I was a little kid I always looked up to her, she was there for me every step of the way (well not really) while I was growing up, even though she was older than me by 15 + years. She took me everywhere with her, traveling, restaurants, road trips, you name it, we were inseparable. I always remember that I wanted to be just like her when I grow up, independent, have my own fancy car, travel across the world, be on the top when it came to my job, party every weekend, go to fancy restaurants and relax every Sunday's at the Beach while getting tanned. Little did I know all the lies and skeletons she was hiding inside the closet.
She took me everywhere with her, traveling, restaurants, road trips, you name it, we were inseparable
I remember that when my parents used to argue with her, I always asked myself, why are they being so nasty to her? I was always there to defend her from my parents as a kid In my eyes she couldn't do wrong, she always had a boutique wardrobe and shoes, always rocking the latest hairstyles and driving a badass sports car all while living at home with my parents. Every-time my parents would argue with her, she will get this bad asthma that she couldn't breathe and will always end up with her asthma machine attached to her face, which I would get extremely worried thinking she was going to die. She always blamed my parents for her asthma attacks (not the cigarettes, drinking, and endless nights at the nightclub (in the '90s was legal so smoke inside clubs) When these arguments happened she will always end up in her room locked up till the next day and leave to work before my parents were even awake, I thought, no wonder she is so successful but it was not because of work, it was because she was avoiding the arguments with my parents, especially my mother (BTW she is a saint) the very next day. As I grew older and paid more attention to what people were saying about my sister around the neighborhood especially from my Grandmother (One of the most racists, the nastiest and craziest woman I have ever met) who always was defending my sister and saving her from her 100th bankruptcy, she always said, remember she us a special child and needs to be taken care of. I started thinking, hmmm maybe there is something more to my sister, but since she always kept taking me to fancy restaurants and trips I just kept saying they are all jealous of her success. I then learned the reason for my Mother screaming at her, she was buried in debt, every single thing she owned shoes, dressed, jewelry from Boutiques she either stolen them or never kept her promise of payment, her car was always being towed away by the banks and the phone will never stop ringing because of collectors. Even while all of this was happening, she kept saying, that's not true, I have paid, I don't own anything to anyone, she kept repeating that to herself until she believed it in her own fantasy world and I believed her.
I remember picking up the phone asking for my sister, always collectors, but there was this one day, it was a different phone called, it was from a woman a very angry woman which my sister will always say, if it's Evelyn, I don't live here anymore. Evelyn was her "BFF" since the beginning of time married to the love of her life, little did I know my sister was whoring around with her husband (and every other married man around town), this is when for the first time I heard the world "Puta" out-loud throughout the cordless phone. “Tell that PUTA sister of yours that I will fucking kill her"
As I grew older I understood her struggles and we were still very much close, nothing has changed just that I knew more about the real her, but in my eyes, she was still my "sister" and nothing was going to come between us.
“Tell that PUTA sister of yours that I will fucking kill her”
When I turned 16 a lot has happened, I identified as myself Gay, I knew I was emotionally and physically attracted to guys by 17 I had a BF which I kept the secret to myself. Mary and I although we were close, we were not spending that much time together anymore. The times when I saw her, I noticed something have had changed, but didn't know exactly what it was just yet.
My coming out process was not easy, I got outed by the youngest of my sisters (what a fucking bitch) She called my mother who was out-of-town attending my grandmother's final days (she is a different story). This is when all hell broke loose, I had this long phone extension that went all to my bedroom and I remember Mary called me and said, what's going on? I told her, I'm gay, mom already knows and everyone is making a big deal about it. There was this long silence and she said; That's not good, that's not you, that is Satan talking. Which I respond in shock, excuse me? She said; yes, you are possessed by the devil and that is why you think you are gay but you really aren't. My first thought was like wait, you are sleeping around with a married men, getting pregnant from them (she "lost" some of them) and I'm the one possessed by the devil? It seems my new sister has found "God" and salvation through religion. (nothing against religion, but it's a very important note on this story) and now I was Lucifer himself in the flesh. I hung up after our phone call and was extremely confused but I said to myself, oh well, you know it's my life, I don't need to give any explanation. After hanging up with Mary I had no idea what was about to hit me, I knew she has found a new purpose and new sense of life. Thanks to her I learned true hypocrisy in religion, in women, in what they preached was not followed by their actions, that there was a horrible, vicious, women out there that will stab you in the back in the name of "God" or let's say, the Married Pastor of the Church who she was fucking and who was about to learn that his mistress was pregnant.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 2
The Rise Of
“Mary Magdalene”
AKA My Fucking Sister
By Aldrich the Wise Counselor
One of my very first taste of what it was like to be betrayed by a woman was by "Mary Magdalene" AKA My Fucking Big Sister. Since I was a little kid I always looked up to her, she was there for me every step of the way (well not really) while I was growing up, even though she was older than me by 15 + years. She took me everywhere with her, traveling, restaurants, road trips, you name it, we were inseparable. I always remember that I wanted to be just like her when I grow up, independent, have my own fancy car, travel across the world, be on the top when it came to my job, party every weekend, go to fancy restaurants and relax every Sunday's at the Beach while getting tanned. Little did I know all the lies and skeletons she was hiding inside the closet.
I remember that when my parents used to argue with her, I always asked myself, why are they being so nasty to her? I was always there to defend her from my parents as a kid In my eyes she couldn't do wrong, she always had a boutique wardrobe and shoes, always rocking the latest hairstyles and driving a badass sports car all while living at home with my parents. Every-time my parents would argue with her, she will get this bad asthma that she couldn't breathe and will always end up with her asthma machine attached to her face, which I would get extremely worried thinking she was going to die. She always blamed my parents for her asthma attacks (not the cigarettes, drinking, and endless nights at the nightclub (in the '90s was legal so smoke inside clubs) When these arguments happened she will always end up in her room locked up till the next day and leave to work before my parents were even awake, I thought, no wonder she is so successful but it was not because of work, it was because she was avoiding the arguments with my parents, especially my mother (BTW she is a saint) the very next day. As I grew older and paid more attention to what people were saying about my sister around the neighborhood especially from my Grandmother (One of the most racists, the nastiest and craziest woman I have ever met) who always was defending my sister and saving her from her 100th bankruptcy, she always said, remember she is a special child and needs to be taken care of. I started thinking, hmmm maybe there is something more to my sister, but since she always kept taking me to fancy restaurants and trips I just kept saying they are all jealous of her success. I then learned the reason for my Mother screaming at her, she was buried in debt, every single thing she owned shoes, dressed, jewelry from Boutiques she either stole them or never kept her promise of payment, her car was always being towed away by the banks and the phone would never stop ringing because of collectors. Even while all of this was happening, she kept saying, that's not true, I have paid, I don't own anything to anyone, she kept repeating that to herself until she believed it in her own fantasy world and I believed her.
I remember picking up the phone asking for my sister, always collectors, but there was this one day, it was a different phone call, it was from a woman a very angry woman which my sister will always say, if it's Evelyn, I don't live here anymore. Evelyn was her "BFF" since the beginning of time married to the love of her life, little did I know my sister was whoring around with her husband (and every other married man around town), this is when for the first time I heard the world "Puta" out-loud throughout the cordless phone. “Tell that PUTA sister of yours that I will fucking kill her"
As I grew older I understood her struggles and we were still very much close, nothing had changed just that I knew more about the real her, but in my eyes, she was still my "sister" and nothing was going to come between us.
“Tell that PUTA sister of yours that I will fucking kill her”