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These words are here to stay… Facts…

So, you wonder why people don’t communicate effectively. I have a policy of leaving my door open and that’s a symbol that people can come and talk to me.

I was asked back in August to provide my availability for September to a place that I help out at. I submitted it. I was not given a courtesy email or phone call about scheduling. Long story short, I just happened to be logged into my Zoom one evening and a student came on. I had not been notified beforehand but I took the lesson on. Anyway, no further communication came for subsequent weeks for the rest of the month.

Now, let’s get serious here. When I run my classes, I actually plan out lessons, which is not something that everybody does. In fact, I was asked a few times to pass on my lesson plans to unprepared instructors at the facility.

For several months in the past, I negotiated with the students in my morning school to end classes half an hour early (with the agreement that those students receive 30 minutes’ worth of homework for the early dismissals) — so that I could commute via a Lyft/Uber to the evening school in time to help out there.

I did not truly receive any praise or recognition for doing that.

In fact, it feels like I’m being talked to only when people want something from me. I’ve communicated this before to the people in charge — I expected to be treated like a Patrick Roy or an Ed Belfour… people who were deemed to be egotistical and who, as the perception was, expected to be pampered and treated like a superstar. And why not? I plan out lessons. I take a Lyft/Uber after ending class early in morning school just to make it in time for the evening facility. What? Am I stupid for making the effort?

I’ve even communicated the fact that I would like to be talked to. I even showed a video clip of the final episode of “Unhappily Ever After” where Floppy Bunny “dies” after he is ignored. The male instructors there don’t say hi. You’d say hello to them and they just glare at you and go about their own business. (So, I just stopped saying hello because fellow instructors don’t want to talk.) The leaders there would rather chitchat and laugh at jokes and joke around instead of updating me on scheduling. There were times where literally every week there was miscommunication and/or errors on my schedule. Wrong times. Showing up when there were no classes. One winter later afternoon (January) I showed up because I was scheduled, only to find out there actually was not any class. So, I left, but the number of mistakes with scheduling happened so frequently.

I would arrive early and sit in my assigned classroom and be there with the door open for quite a bit of time. Nobody would come in and talk. They were always busy chitchatting and joking around. Then when the class started, one of them came in to ask me what teams I was “betting” on that day. I was annoyed but I said Boston. I was told to “put 200 bucks down on that” and it distracted me from what I was doing.

When I requested time off, I was told it was impossible. Yet I later found out that another instructor was allowed to leave for Guatemala for 10 days on a missionary trip. Another one was given permission to travel to San Diego. I was not allowed the time off that I had requested. (And, as mentioned, I wasn’t given the courtesy of any notice/update for the current month of September.)

And one day I was literally sitting in the room when one of the leaders was talking to a student, and the two of them were saying that one instructor had a habit of not responding to texts or calls until the next day. So, I saw that as something that we were all allowed to do. After all, again, am I stupid for always responding promptly? Another time I was told that when I mark people’s essays, I do a thorough job that others don’t do…which doesn’t make me feel good since I do what an instructor is expected to do while others (apparently) cut corners and are preferred over me.

One of the worst things is that since COVID19 happened, I had been afraid of Asian hate crimes. That’s a legitimate concern. Yet whenever I’ve raised that concern, I’m laughed at and told not to worry about that. In my opinion, when one goes about not thinking about something like that, that’s when you let your guard down and something *might* happen. It’s a legitimate concern….so much so that I’d virtually stopped taking public transit. I take Uber/Lyft to get there.

Okay, you could make the case that that’s my problem. However, what if I raise concerns about matters related to the business? For instance, when I specifically said that whoever had posted on the social media site that the person had made a bunch of typos and grammatical errors (which looks bad for a school and the posts themselves were “teaching” grammatical/writing points), nothing was done about it.

I mean, what’s going on here?

These words are here to stay… Re: My sibling treats me as a non-person, etc.

These words are here to stay. I’m not hiding anything.

I’m not deleting my thoughts. These are my experiences, and this is my platform to share my thoughts.

I had a boss lady before named Ch– who scolded me before for having “thoughts.” It’s as though I’m not allowed to think. Not allowed to say things on my mind.

But here we go again. I bought a home last year. I allowed my older sibling to live with me. And she decides it is a good idea to pay only $500 rent — and she insists on giving cheques and I’m not allowed to cash them until days after the 1st of the month. $500!!! In this city, in this province in Canada where we live, that amount is an insult.

I’m not one to make a fuss, but my older sibling treats this place like she owns it and orders me to do things and COMPLAINS often that there isn’t enough space and why my storage room is being hogged for my own work office. Or why there isn’t enough space in the fridge. Well, again, my older sibling is paying only $500.

An Uber driver recently told me that I should indeed let my sibling stay and “take care of” this sibling. At least the Uber driver spoke to me like a man. My boss lady Ch– scolded me like I’m a monster for sharing my experience of this nightmare situation. It’s as though my boss lady condones my sibling’s actions and behaviour.

No, I’m not going to look for a lawyer as an acquaintance once suggested. (This acquaintance had seen these posts on this website.) I mean, we are all on this earth for a limited amount of time. After I pass away — and if I am the first to go — then good luck to my older sibling after that.

I have a boss named James who says we are friends. No, not true. Even though James knows about my situation, he has informed me he doesn’t want to get involved. In my mind, that’s not a friend. So let’s not talk about being my friend if my situation is not important enough for one to get involved in.

I had a former boss named Kiran who would ask me what was going on in my life. If I said anything about issues I was facing, he turned it around and said I was saying these things to get attention. Excuse me? If you’re going to be saying that, then why are you asking me for?

And unfortunately there are so many negative people around. I recall this guy named Lou. Arrogant prick. Lou’s a talkative fellow who talks about sports. Yet when it was a known fact that I had written several sports books, the guy never once congratulated me or asked me about them. There was one particular incident when he was smoking on the street and I came up to him and said hello. He couldn’t bother to strike up a conversation with me. Yet when another mutual acquaintance showed up, he was chatting it up with him. So shortly after, when Lou came to my workplace to visit (he knew others in the workplace), I did not acknowledge him. He tapped my shoulder to ask why I was so quiet. Yeah. Sure.

Anyway, I guess if family treats you like that, it’s not surprising that others like Lou do too.

But this week I’m back in the doghouse. On Sunday, my older sibling — again the one who pays $500 to live with me — started giving attitude and throwing things out of the fridge — loudly and rudely — saying that there was no space in the fridge, I interjected and said that it was poor attitude so maybe I should not cater to her anymore for her constant food orders. (My sibling has a habit of asking me to order for food delivery using my DoorDash app but not paying me upfront, and if I don’t, my sibling throws a fit.)

Since that day, my sibling has decided that I’m a non-person. No more speaking to me. I’m back to being invisible. So, if I were to discuss this, my boss Ch– would scold me and say stop thinking. And in fact, my boss Ch– would very likely say that my older sibling did nothing wrong.

I give up. There are many Lous and Kirans and Jameses and Ch–s in the world. Nobody gives a damn what I think or say. So be it. Goodbye world.

People are assholes, part 3924

I came home tonight and found this outside my front door.

Why are people so inconsiderate and throw or leave their garbage outside another person’s door?

My sibling continues to be an ungrateful jerk

My sibling continues to be an ungrateful jerk.

Nothing new here.

This week, because I’m a kind person who likes sharing (and because my sibling keeps asking me to do so), I gave $192.31 worth of investment profit to my sibling on Tuesday. I gave $115.20 worth of investment profit to my sibling on Wednesday.

This is even though my sibling has not paid rent this month (I am solely responsible for the mortgage at my place and my sibling is living here).

This is even though my sibling does not contribute anything to my smart investments. (ie. no funding, no research/knowledge)

When the building management sent out a memo saying there are rats/mice in the building, I got mouse traps. I set the mouse traps. When the mouse traps caught some mice, my sibling does not contribute by disposing of the mice but complains that nobody is doing that (without stopping to think that my sibling never contributed to anything).

Then this Thursday, my sibling came to me and started saying our mother is an idiot for not understanding how to do her taxes. I had just come home at 9:45pm after having left home at 9:05am for work. I had not been home for more than 12 hours and one of the first things my sibling wants to do is complain, complain, complain.

I told my sibling to stop because I had no idea about taxes. I repeated I had no idea, no idea, no idea, no idea. Keep in mind I had just come home after more than 12 hours of work.

But of course, my sibling becomes offended and storms off. And it’s back to my sibling’s old ways. Yeah, of course when my own boss supports that kind of attitude and behaviour, that sort of behaviour and attitude will continue.

Instead of helping out and contributing, my sibling just wants to be an ungrateful jerk. Interesting that my boss, who is supposed to be an educator and is herself a mother and daughter, endorses this sort of attitude.

Wait…isn’t that…?

There have been people who’ve asked, “Wait, isn’t what you’re doing gambling or betting?” Or: “How’s your betting today?

Well, I don’t consider this gambling or betting. I read scouting reports when I’m sitting inside an Uber and when I have a couple moments to do research. I look at trends and statistics. I look at patterns. Heck, when a game is on (doesn’t matter whether it’s basketball, football, hockey, or baseball), the “betting” lines are prominently shown on the screen and analysts even give their picks before the game about whether or not Jayson Tatum (or whoever) will get X number of points or assists in the game that the network is about to show.

But a lot of research goes into it before making specific investments.

It’s not the same as what people do at the casino — one Uber driver told me recently that he picks up passengers from the casino all the time, and one passenger apparently told the driver that he’d lost $20,000 gambling that one night.

No, I am doing smart investing.

I need to do so to finance things around me. For instance, I have a mortgage to pay every month, and my sibling has chosen to live with me on the property but is paying well below market value. And this month (today is the 7th of April as I’m typing this) my sibling hasn’t paid this current month’s rent money yet. The funny thing is my sibling has actually asked me for a loan this month so that the (below-market value) rent can be paid to me.*

What the heck is that?

Well, I am employed and I am kept busy at work, but this smart investment helps to pay for many expenses, that’s for sure.

Hey, it will even come in handy if my sibling (who’s older than me) decides to stop paying (below-market value) rent altogether. When one of your own bosses plants this idea into your sibling’s head (jokingly or not) — my boss’s exact words to my sibling were, “If K.P. bullies you, don’t pay him any rent!” — well, you never know.

*Speaking of “funny” things, when my sibling found out I was doing these investments, my sibling actually asked me for a cut of my profits — but doesn’t want to contribute any funding or research/knowledge. My sibling’s idea is that I should fork out several hundred dollars out of my own pocket, invest on my sibling’s behalf, and then actually give cash payments to my sibling directly on the profits made. Isn’t that “funny”? And my sibling acted as though I was insulting my sibling when I didn’t want to do it.

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