Happy Thursday of memories, recently looking for pictures to share here, I came across a selfie that reminds me of an adventure of which only that memory remains, in 2012, I met the donor and I fell in love like a quinceañera, it seemed sincerely a girl with a new pet, who only wanted to be attached to that dog, with the pardon of the dogs hahahaha, after coming from Margarita Island to leave everything to be near that person, I was unemployed, so I was knocking on doors in different companies, and I ran into a department store that was looking for staff to send to the main offices, located in the capital of the country, I remember that the interview was done by a store manager in Valencia, and as I was recommended by a good friend, he told me at the end of the interview, you start the day after tomorrow, I was more than happy, because at that time the donor lived about 30 minutes from the place where I would be, and I thought it was great the fact that the company would provide me with accommodation near the offices, so I would save that money.
Although the salary was not the best, the fact of saving the rent made it attractive, besides, I would be close to the “love of my life” What more could I ask for? I remember that I packed my things, the essentials, in a huge suitcase, and I boarded a bus bound for Caracas, I arrived at the store where they were going to receive me and at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon they received me, they sent me with a girl who worked in the offices to what would be the residence where I would stay, It was a small apartment with two rooms, both with two bunk beds, and a bathroom that I had to share with 7 other women, I had been working for 10 years only with men, where I was treated like a princess, now I had to share those 40 square meters with 7 women, When I said that I would like to go out to dinner with my boyfriend, they saw me as a freak, they told me that I was not allowed to have a boyfriend, that I could not go out and stay outside the apartment and began to tell me a lot of rules that they had imposed by the company, that one was scarier than the other, and ended up finishing with the real salary I would earn, which was no more than a minimum wage plus a small bonus for transportation and food, between everything I did not reach what I earned weekly in my old job.
I remember that night I did not even have dinner, because I had not bought anything to cook, and I could not go out to buy food, I spent the whole night crying on the top of the bunk that overlooked the window without bars of the room, which was 14 stories high, that, I think that was what ended up leading me to decide that the next morning I would return to my house, I preferred to continue without a job and away from the “love of my life” rather than submit to that authoritarian regime where I would no longer have my own life. That time I could not even see the person I loved so much, so that the trip was at least worth it, I remember that on the way back to my little town I cried like Magdalena all the way, when I got home, I laughed like never before, how could I have been fooled so badly, all for walking like the story of the worm that crossed the railroad tracks.
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Although the salary was not the best, the fact of saving the rent made it attractive, besides, I would be close to the “love of my life” What more could I ask for? I remember that I packed my things, the essentials, in a huge suitcase, and I boarded a bus bound for Caracas, I arrived at the store where they were going to receive me and at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon they received me, they sent me with a girl who worked in the offices to what would be the residence where I would stay, It was a small apartment with two rooms, both with two bunk beds, and a bathroom that I had to share with 7 other women, I had been working for 10 years only with men, where I was treated like a princess, now I had to share those 40 square meters with 7 women, When I said that I would like to go out to dinner with my boyfriend, they saw me as a freak, they told me that I was not allowed to have a boyfriend, that I could not go out and stay outside the apartment and began to tell me a lot of rules that they had imposed by the company, that one was scarier than the other, and ended up finishing with the real salary I would earn, which was no more than a minimum wage plus a small bonus for transportation and food, between everything I did not reach what I earned weekly in my old job.
I remember that night I did not even have dinner, because I had not bought anything to cook, and I could not go out to buy food, I spent the whole night crying on the top of the bunk that overlooked the window without bars of the room, which was 14 stories high, that, I think that was what ended up leading me to decide that the next morning I would return to my house, I preferred to continue without a job and away from the “love of my life” rather than submit to that authoritarian regime where I would no longer have my own life. That time I could not even see the person I loved so much, so that the trip was at least worth it, I remember that on the way back to my little town I cried like Magdalena all the way, when I got home, I laughed like never before, how could I have been fooled so badly, all for walking like the story of the worm that crossed the railroad tracks.
Images of my property, taken from my photo gallery.
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Feliz jueves de recuerdos, hace poco buscando fotografías para compartir por aquí, me encontré con una selfi que me recuerdo una aventura de la que solo quedo ese recuerdo, en el 2012, conocí al donante y me enamore cuál quinceañera, parecía sinceramente una niña con mascota nueva, que solo quería estar pegada a aquel perrito, con el perdón de los perritos jajajaja, luego de venirme de la Isla de Margarita por dejar todo para estar cerca de aquella persona, quede sin empleo, así que, estuve tocando puertas en diferentes empresas, y me tope con una tienda departamental que buscaba personal para enviar a las oficinas principales, ubicadas en la capital del país, recuerdo que la entrevista me la hizo un gerente de tienda de Valencia, y como iba recomendada por una buena amiga, me dijo al finalizar la entrevista, comienzas pasado mañana, yo más que feliz, pues en aquel entonces el donante residía a unos 30 minutos del sitio en donde estaría, y me parecía genial el hecho de que la empresa me proveería de alojamiento cercano a las oficinas, por lo que, me ahorraría ese dinero.
Aunque el salario no era el mejor, el hecho de ahorrarme el alquiler hacía atractivo, además, estaría cerca del “amor de mi vida” ¿Qué más podía pedir? Recuerdo que empaque mis cosas, lo esencial, en una maleta inmensa, y me embarque en un bus con destino a Caracas, llegue a la tienda a donde me iban a recibir y a eso de las 4 de la tarde me recibieron, me enviaron junto a una chica que trabajaba en las oficinas a lo que sería la residencia donde me quedaría, era un pequeño apartamento de dos habitaciones, ambas con dos literas, y un baño que debía compartir con 7 mujeres más, venía de trabajar 10 años solo con hombres, en donde era tratada como princesa, ahora me tocaba compartir aquellos 40 metros cuadrados con 7 mujeres, una más antipática que la otra, cuando dije que me gustaría salir a cenar con mi novio, me vieron como un bicho raro, me comentaron que no estaba permitido tener novio, que no podía salir y quedarme fuera del apartamento y me comenzaron a decir un sin fin de normas que ellas tenían impuestas por la empresa, que una asustaba más que la otra, y terminaron rematando con el verdadero sueldo que devengaría, que no era más que un salario mínimo más un pequeño bono de transporte y alimentos, entre todo no llegaba a lo que ganaba semanalmente en mi antiguo trabajo.
Recuerdo que aquella noche ni siquiera cene, pues no había comprado nada para cocinar, y no podía salir a comprar comida, pase la noche entera llorando en la parte alta de la litera que daba a la ventana sin rejas de la habitación, que estaba a 14 pisos de alturas, eso, creo que fue lo que me termino llevando a decidir que a la mañana siguiente me devolvería a mi casa, prefería continuar sin empleo y lejos del ”amor de mi vida” antes que someterme a aquel régimen autoritario en donde no tendría ya más nunca vida propia. Esa vez no pude tan siquiera ver a aquella persona que tanto amaba, para que el viaje haya valido al menos la pena, recuerdo que de regreso a mi pueblito llore como Magdalena por todo el camino, al llegar a casa, me reía como nunca, como me habían podido embaucar tan feo, todo por andar como el cuento del gusano que cruzo las vías del tren.
Aunque el salario no era el mejor, el hecho de ahorrarme el alquiler hacía atractivo, además, estaría cerca del “amor de mi vida” ¿Qué más podía pedir? Recuerdo que empaque mis cosas, lo esencial, en una maleta inmensa, y me embarque en un bus con destino a Caracas, llegue a la tienda a donde me iban a recibir y a eso de las 4 de la tarde me recibieron, me enviaron junto a una chica que trabajaba en las oficinas a lo que sería la residencia donde me quedaría, era un pequeño apartamento de dos habitaciones, ambas con dos literas, y un baño que debía compartir con 7 mujeres más, venía de trabajar 10 años solo con hombres, en donde era tratada como princesa, ahora me tocaba compartir aquellos 40 metros cuadrados con 7 mujeres, una más antipática que la otra, cuando dije que me gustaría salir a cenar con mi novio, me vieron como un bicho raro, me comentaron que no estaba permitido tener novio, que no podía salir y quedarme fuera del apartamento y me comenzaron a decir un sin fin de normas que ellas tenían impuestas por la empresa, que una asustaba más que la otra, y terminaron rematando con el verdadero sueldo que devengaría, que no era más que un salario mínimo más un pequeño bono de transporte y alimentos, entre todo no llegaba a lo que ganaba semanalmente en mi antiguo trabajo.
Recuerdo que aquella noche ni siquiera cene, pues no había comprado nada para cocinar, y no podía salir a comprar comida, pase la noche entera llorando en la parte alta de la litera que daba a la ventana sin rejas de la habitación, que estaba a 14 pisos de alturas, eso, creo que fue lo que me termino llevando a decidir que a la mañana siguiente me devolvería a mi casa, prefería continuar sin empleo y lejos del ”amor de mi vida” antes que someterme a aquel régimen autoritario en donde no tendría ya más nunca vida propia. Esa vez no pude tan siquiera ver a aquella persona que tanto amaba, para que el viaje haya valido al menos la pena, recuerdo que de regreso a mi pueblito llore como Magdalena por todo el camino, al llegar a casa, me reía como nunca, como me habían podido embaucar tan feo, todo por andar como el cuento del gusano que cruzo las vías del tren.
Imágenes de mi propiedad, tomada de mi galería de fotos.