I Just Don't Want To Live In Despair

I'm tired of working in a vulgar environment Hello! A young man of 36 writes to you. My life was rosy when I was a student, I went to school willingly and dreamed of becoming a student one day. In the distant 1999 I graduated from a technical school in clothing, then in the summer I started working in a sewing workshop, I worked there for about a month and finally a fraudster Milan who was the boss closed his workshop and did not pay us a single lev. day, of course I was cleaning threads, as I had no experience working as a tailor, although I had just graduated from college. Then a good former teacher from the village arranged for me to meet an acquaintance in his workshop as a tailor, I worked for about two weeks but decided to leave on my own, as I could only sew stamps. The other operations were difficult and I could not sew them, of course I worked without an employment contract. My adoptive parents did not want to support me as a student, although I wanted to apply, in fact they lived in a dormitory, and I lived with my maternal grandparents. My grandparents even signed their two-story house, which they transferred through the purchase and sale of real estate. In January 2000, I was taken to my home barracks as a soldier and served in the Regional Border Police Sector. After I resigned after serving a year, on March 21, 2001 I started working in a state sewing workshop on a labor contract, there was only me a young boy tailor, all the others were women, gossips who kept telling me why I didn't look for another job, so I went to sew and chase norms, and the foreman, an fat Annie, just scolded me and scolded me for making mistakes, and I couldn't sew as fast as the others, no matter what I sewed, it was still not good and then I tore the pieces apart, it was required to be sewn correctly to the millimeter. I worked only for four months and the director fired me because I could not meet the norm, because we worked there at a rate (norm), but I still learned to sew on a straight machine. She also cut other seamstresses who did not meet the norm.

I swallowed a lot of humiliation. Then I went to the neighboring town in another sewing workshop and there I started cleaning threads, they paid me a salary of euros 4 a day, I found myself in a small team and all women gossipers and intriguers, one of my neighbors gave me the idea to enroll in Greek language courses. and I enrolled, after work I attended the Greek language course twice a week and studied with interest. One day I was fed up with intrigue and gossip about me and decided to leave. I spent about eight months there. I wandered for about a month and one July day I started working in another sewing company as a tailor, the workshop was large with many workers, and the boss was a young Greek who had just graduated and gave everyone a chance to learn to sew, even trained , with a lot of difficulty I finally mastered the sewing profession and started sewing on an overlock machine. The production we sewed went to Germany, the company was strict and disciplined. After that, I continued with the other levels to take the Greek language course again. I still wanted to become a student, but I didn't have the financial means, after the course, I enrolled in a computer literacy course and took this course and I could now work on a computer. I started buying everything because I already had a secure income and I was getting better at sewing, of course I made mistakes again, but they were acceptable, the boss cared a lot about me, he was fair and a very good person, the company grew, more and more. The workshop was looking for a person in the office with Greek language and computer literacy, I applied, but the boss did not hire me, he hired a beautiful lady with a university degree and I remained in the same position as a tailor. I made a lot of friends in the company, there were a lot of boys and men who sewed, the people there respected me in general, with this new secretary who had hired her, we became very good friends, we talked on holidays, we smoked cigarettes, I started sharing with her. he was giving me the smartest advice. I worked there at a percentage (again at the norm) but I made decent money, I bought everything myself. At Christmas parties with the company, I wrote a Christmas greeting to the boss and the whole company and read it in the speaker's restaurant first in Greek, then in Bulgarian.

Colleagues invited me to weddings, and I attended and rejoiced with joy. One day I learned that the other secretary had left and gone to another job to work in the police clerk, and I after work called the boss if he could take me in her place, then he told me to go to the office the next day to talk, and so I did and just put me on the computer to train me, the secretary returned, the police had deceived her expelled her and I could not take her place and again I remained a tailor. The other secretary, Emilia, who is very good, constantly gave me advice and told me to become a student to make my dream come true. I decided to apply in 2006 and I was accepted as a student, I had no money and I decided to take a loan from the bank, one of my aunts became my guarantor and so I managed to take out a loan of BGN 6,000 and enrolled as a part-time student. I studied with joy and great desire, I found the right place, it gave me wings to fly, I worked and studied, I received only excellent grades in the exams. But out of envy that I had become a student, the head of the workshop became jealous and angry with me and constantly moved me to iron, to put cards on my clothes, just so I couldn't make a good salary. One day he made the technicians take out my machine not to sew and put me in the warehouse to work as a general worker to haul boxes, to arrange cones, I had to throw the bins with rags on the seamstresses, I felt so humiliating that I couldn't stand it, I worked so nearly two months. I spent 4 years, 07 months and 19 days in this company and decided to leave, because I couldn't stand this humiliating job for me to be a general worker, given that I knew how to sew perfectly, so I was forced to leave this company, I immediately started in another company, and so then I always left and changed workshops, worked, followed , I completed my higher education as an economist-manager. Immediately after that I enrolled in a master's degree in economics, finally my parents decided to pay me for the semesters to study and I completed my master's degree entirely on their support, and I was still paying off my loan. In the last semester of my master's degree I was accepted as an advertiser-cashier in a large supermarket "Billa-Bulgaria", I was in seventh heaven with joy and happiness. There I found an environment and a team where all my life I searched and longed, I had the respect of everyone and made great friendships, I had wonderful young fellow boys and good friends. One afternoon the boss called me and let me sign a redundancy order, I was surprised to ask why? He said he had decided so, he had decided that this job was not suitable for me. I couldn't believe my eyes, the world collapsed on me, numb with pain, humiliation and despair. I handed over my uniform and so I left, I came home crying, I didn't know where I was, I was ashamed to say that I was laid off and I did nothing, I conscientiously performed my official duties, I already had an environment that was for me, but here that happiness could not last long, but only three months.

Colleagues could not believe the whole "Billa" everyone cried for me, and I was sick with grief and great humiliation. I wrote a complaint to the managers of the Billa supermarket that I was fired unfairly, for no reason, but I did not receive any response from them. It took some time for this villain to cut whoever he decided, again for no reason. His name is Ivan with a bare high school education, completely illiterate and a very evil man, everyone hated him, I could not repay my loan, when they heard that I was a student they did not want to hire me because they told me that works in the workshops very overtime, I could not repay the loan and the bank forced me to restructure it, and I extended it for another two years, so I repaid then the loan became 8 years I repaid the bank. I wrote my dissertation on the topic: "Mechanism for resolving labor conflicts in the supermarket chain Billa-Bulgaria EOOD" I defended with an excellent 6 and so I became a master. I applied everywhere for work in my professions, but I couldn't find it anywhere, because the Shurobadzhens ruled the situation. I started working in other companies again, but this time as an ironer, because I had gone through all the jobs working for a lot of companies. I applied and was accepted in a sales office as a sales representative, I worked there for six months without an employment contract and insurance, the employer was very stingy and every two months he paid our salaries late, until one day he told the chief accountant to tell the ladies not to go anymore. at work, so that he could save not having to pay a salary, because he did not have so many orders, his company produced reinforcing mesh and blanks for construction. So I was again forced to work with simpletons in another sewing workshop, I was very sick that I came across unfair employers. I decided to study as a teacher and enrolled in pedagogical qualifications, took another loan but this time less money and paid it off faster, I graduated as a teacher with excellent grades, except for 6 I had no other grade.

I applied in a lot of schools where there were vacancies, but no one hired me, because the appointments, as you know, are purely political and with strong connections. I applied again everywhere but I was not hired anywhere, I was just a voice in the desert. I graduated separately from other professions, for operational accountant, hotel manager-administrator, applied psychology, psychological counseling with Mr. Angel Grancharov. I work for you again in a sewing workshop surrounded by simpletons and incompetents, there everyone is gathered from a stake and a rope, there are gossips, intriguing people with low culture and IQ. I worked only as a second job on a civil contract as a lecturer in the "Operational Program" with foreign language training of working people, but this did not save me from the simplicity of the workshop. This year I enrolled in a second master's degree in finance and banking, I have been working in the sewing workshop for 4 years and I have no results from anywhere. It is a terrible thing to work in production companies, there is one thing that people are uneducated, and on top of that with low culture, they do not like to read and develop, they even tell me what I study for when I can not realize myself and in the end I am on the same level with them again. I have diplomas and qualities, but no one evaluates me, because I have no connections to help me, only incompetents and illiterates are hired with purchased exams, even I help them with the development of essays, papers and dissertations, of course for a fee. she is a former prisoner convicted and was in a Greek prison for selling drugs and heroin, she had laid off me so that she could take another woman, and I did not have an employment contract there.

Now I am applying everywhere but I have no result, I work in the workshop, I also work as a credit consultant at a percentage in a company for fast loans, but the unpleasant thing is that there is no work without connections and I am forced to work with simpletons and tolerate everyone. make bosses and command me. I go to work every morning reluctantly, as if I'm going to the dentist and my legs are swollen with pain because I work constantly on my feet and breathe steam from the iron. In our workshop we are forbidden to talk on the phones, we are there like slaves for BGN 500, they make my soul through cotton, the tension is great, and I have nowhere to find a job, I apply everywhere but they don't even invite me for interviews, and if they invite me it's just a waste of time, they have a preconceived person. Tell me how to continue living? I can't go abroad because I take care of my grandmother who is ill, and there is a bachelor's job there and it is not known what employers I can find, last year my first cousin went to work in the Czech Republic where he was not paid and he worked for BGN 300 a month, and they lied to him that they would pay him well, but in the end it turned out to be a lie and a fraud, the foreign country hides a lot of risks and is a double-edged sword, it's just luck, but also abroad there is a man to lend you a hand. And as for going to a bigger city, I still say I don't have the opportunity to leave my sick grandmother, who is 85 years old, first, I have an obligation to her, and secondly, to pay for accommodation and high bills, separately money for food, I will not be able to manage financially, so I am in an enchanted blood at a dead end.

I have been suffering for 18 years, my life has been spent looking for a job, paying off loans, and studying and finally without any results, I am tired of everything, I am desperately terrified, I do not find the strength to continue. I am thankful to God that he still keeps me alive and well, even though my nerves have been shaken to the limit. I just don't want to live in despair, I'm not looking for a prestigious job, I just want to get rid of this hellish sewing workshop, I don't want to work in this simple environment and with a disgusting team that is almost with a basic education completely simpletons. that is why I am in an enchanted blood at a dead end. I have been suffering for 18 years, my life has been spent looking for a job, paying off loans, and studying and finally without any results, I am tired of everything, I am desperate, I do not find the strength to continue. I am thankful to God that he still keeps me alive and well, even though my nerves have been shaken to the limit. I just don't want to live in despair, I'm not looking for a prestigious job, I just want to get rid of this hellish sewing workshop, I don't want to work in this simple environment and with a disgusting team that is almost with a basic education completely simpletons. that is why I am in an enchanted blood at a dead end. I have been suffering for 18 years, my life has been spent looking for a job, paying off loans, and studying and finally without any results, I am tired of everything, I am desperate, I do not find the strength to continue. I am thankful to God that he still keeps me alive and well, even though my nerves have been shaken to the limit. I just don't want to live in despair, I'm not looking for a prestigious job, I just want to get rid of this hellish sewing workshop, I don't want to work in this simple environment and with a disgusting team that is almost completely educated, completely simpletons. I am thankful to God that he still keeps me alive and well, even though my nerves have been shaken to the limit. I just don't want to live in despair, I'm not looking for a prestigious job, I just want to get rid of this hellish sewing workshop, I don't want to work in this simple environment and with a disgusting team that is almost with a basic education completely simpletons. I am thankful to God that he still keeps me alive and well, even though my nerves have been shaken to the limit. I just don't want to live in despair, I'm not looking for a prestigious job, I just want to get rid of this hellish sewing workshop, I don't want to work in this simple environment and with a disgusting team that is almost with a basic education completely simpletons.