Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey by Oliver Markus Page B
Authors: Oliver Markus
Tags: Suicide, Mental Illness, depression, Addiction, drugs, Prostitution, drugs abuse, prostitution slavery, drugs and crime, prostitution and drug abuse
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day, $30,000 a month. I was
making all this money without even really trying all that hard.
I think Bill Gates said something along the
lines of: "Always choose the laziest person in the office to do a
difficult job, because he will find the easiest way to do it." That
was me. I always figured out the simplest, shortest route to my
goal.
I designed and programmed all my websites
myself. But I was by no means a good HTML programmer. I had taught
myself the bare basics. Just enough to scrape by by the seat of my
pants and get to my destination on the path of least
resistance.
So when the lawyer was trying to replace me
at the newspaper, I really didn't give a shit. I didn't need that
job anymore at this point, because I was making more money than the
lawyer and all the other people in that office put together. But
the cautious German in me didn't just want to quit a steady job and
rely on free online money. I figured it was a fluke and it couldn't
be like that forever, so it was probably a good idea to hold on to
my day job.
But I was miserable, and when that lawyer
schemed behind my back to replace me, I knew it was time to go and
take my chances with the Internet. I planned a grand exit. On the
Monday when Kenny, my buddy in the graphic department, was going to
start his new job somewhere else, I was going to go right up the
lawyer and tell him that I quit and that he can go shove his stupid
newspaper up his ass.
Monday finally came, but as luck would have
it, the lawyer didn't come in that day. I sat at my desk, waiting
for 2 hours for him to show up, while I was playing games online.
Around 11 am his wife came into the office to check the mail. I was
getting sick of sitting there for no reason, so I decided to make
my grand exit with her instead.
I took a copy of the classified ads. I had
circled the ad for my job. Then I walked up to her, held the page
in front of her face and asked: "What is that? Huh? What is that??
Are you trying to replace me?" I sounded like I was disciplining a
dog who had just piddled on the carpet.
She was startled and didn't know what to
say. Then I told her that I knew she and her husband had put that
ad in the paper to find someone to do my job for less money, and
they didn't even have the courtesy to give me any notice. And now I
was going to quit without notice.
By now she had composed herself, and she was
quick-witted enough to demand that I give her the keys to the
office. I had already cleared out my desk earlier and prepared
everything so I could storm right out the door after telling them
off. But I had completely forgotten about the keys. Fuck! So
instead of making a grand exit, now I stood there like a moron,
fumbling around with my key chain, trying to get the damn keys off.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
I went home and felt like an idiot, because
that did not go as planned. But, oh well, finally I was
freeeee!
When I didn't go to college in Germany and
moved to New York instead, I had nightmares about it for weeks. I
felt like I was being totally irresponsible and that I was ruining
my life. Leaving everything you know behind and moving to another
continent, and facing the great unknown, is scary. It takes a lot
of courage. Don't ever look down at an immigrant who came to
America to make a better life for himself and his family. You have
no idea how much courage that took, until you have walked a mile in
his shoes.
Now, after I quit my newspaper job, I had
the same type of nightmares again. Staying home all day and doing
whatever the hell I wanted seemed so wrong, so irresponsible. A
good German just doesn't do that.
I did learn one thing from all that though:
I never look down on poor people now. I've been there. I've
probably been poorer than most people will ever be. I don't think a
lot of people have stooped so low that they had to eat dog
food.
Capitalism has a dirty little secret: the
system only works, as long as most
making all this money without even really trying all that hard.
I think Bill Gates said something along the
lines of: "Always choose the laziest person in the office to do a
difficult job, because he will find the easiest way to do it." That
was me. I always figured out the simplest, shortest route to my
goal.
I designed and programmed all my websites
myself. But I was by no means a good HTML programmer. I had taught
myself the bare basics. Just enough to scrape by by the seat of my
pants and get to my destination on the path of least
resistance.
So when the lawyer was trying to replace me
at the newspaper, I really didn't give a shit. I didn't need that
job anymore at this point, because I was making more money than the
lawyer and all the other people in that office put together. But
the cautious German in me didn't just want to quit a steady job and
rely on free online money. I figured it was a fluke and it couldn't
be like that forever, so it was probably a good idea to hold on to
my day job.
But I was miserable, and when that lawyer
schemed behind my back to replace me, I knew it was time to go and
take my chances with the Internet. I planned a grand exit. On the
Monday when Kenny, my buddy in the graphic department, was going to
start his new job somewhere else, I was going to go right up the
lawyer and tell him that I quit and that he can go shove his stupid
newspaper up his ass.
Monday finally came, but as luck would have
it, the lawyer didn't come in that day. I sat at my desk, waiting
for 2 hours for him to show up, while I was playing games online.
Around 11 am his wife came into the office to check the mail. I was
getting sick of sitting there for no reason, so I decided to make
my grand exit with her instead.
I took a copy of the classified ads. I had
circled the ad for my job. Then I walked up to her, held the page
in front of her face and asked: "What is that? Huh? What is that??
Are you trying to replace me?" I sounded like I was disciplining a
dog who had just piddled on the carpet.
She was startled and didn't know what to
say. Then I told her that I knew she and her husband had put that
ad in the paper to find someone to do my job for less money, and
they didn't even have the courtesy to give me any notice. And now I
was going to quit without notice.
By now she had composed herself, and she was
quick-witted enough to demand that I give her the keys to the
office. I had already cleared out my desk earlier and prepared
everything so I could storm right out the door after telling them
off. But I had completely forgotten about the keys. Fuck! So
instead of making a grand exit, now I stood there like a moron,
fumbling around with my key chain, trying to get the damn keys off.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
I went home and felt like an idiot, because
that did not go as planned. But, oh well, finally I was
freeeee!
When I didn't go to college in Germany and
moved to New York instead, I had nightmares about it for weeks. I
felt like I was being totally irresponsible and that I was ruining
my life. Leaving everything you know behind and moving to another
continent, and facing the great unknown, is scary. It takes a lot
of courage. Don't ever look down at an immigrant who came to
America to make a better life for himself and his family. You have
no idea how much courage that took, until you have walked a mile in
his shoes.
Now, after I quit my newspaper job, I had
the same type of nightmares again. Staying home all day and doing
whatever the hell I wanted seemed so wrong, so irresponsible. A
good German just doesn't do that.
I did learn one thing from all that though:
I never look down on poor people now. I've been there. I've
probably been poorer than most people will ever be. I don't think a
lot of people have stooped so low that they had to eat dog
food.
Capitalism has a dirty little secret: the
system only works, as long as most
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