Dear Marianna,
I wanted to post you a message outside of ssga. You know I am suing the company. I was thinking you must have thought it all pretty strange that I sent you a message to begin with. After the 5-7 a few days before I was officially terminated I thought everybody must think I was crazy. You might have noticed I was under a lot of pressure. I had that day actually seen a printed email regarding my termination. I was in a semi-state of denial and shock, mostly denial by the time I got myself through the rest of the workday and went to the 5-7. It would raise some concern I would think if an apparently strange guy googled your site, considering the world we live in. I was wanting to tell you about that but wasn’t sure how to, or if anybody really cared to hear my story. I tryed to contact a few other colleagues that day as well, reaching out for help, praying that somehow I would be rescued. That was a bit naïve, but that’s the way I have always been.
I’m not having much luck on the job front so far, and I now find myself in a crisis that might be worse. A really terrible thing happened to me friday night. I was brutally assaulted just one block from my apartment building. Some very large Haitian kick boxer beat me up and left me with a bad ear injury. He punched me three times in the head and as I was trying to run kicked me in the chest completely knocking all of the air out of me. I got to my building entrance and dialed 911 but then an entire gang of them came toward me and threatened to kill me if I didn’t drop the call. There is a bar across the street that is for black people only. I’ve been there twice before to listen to the live music which I hear from my apartment. I was never very welcome there as the only white face in the crowd but I just went to experience something different. There is definitely a feeling of anti-non-coloured people there. On my way home from dinner at the W with an old friend and his fiancée I stopped to say hello and chat to the bouncer door man. We got talking about my loss of job and what not and he started telling me about his problems, how he couldn’t afford milk for his kids and how he didn’t like his wife. He made a comment about how he wanted to loose his wife but not the kids. I made a comment he didn’t like and he started to get really angry. He threatened me and well, he is very big, he makes me look tiny. I made a really stupid comment about his violent attitude and repeated back to him his worry about loosing his kids. He went into a fit of rage and attacked me. Anyways, I’m very upset about it. I can’t hear very well out of my left ear and I don’t have health insurance. I don’t have the money to pay for a visit to the emergency room. I will be devastated if my hearing stays like this, it’s really awful. I can’t even write out my feelings about this. I’m assuming the next thing that will happen is my lawyer will tell me I don’t have a case against ssga and then I will get evicted. I should find out this week. So my Montreal dream has quickly turned into a nightmare. I didn’t save anything in three months there as I was doing a lot of shopping for things I couldn’t get in Asia. I didn’t have much in the way of anything when I came back, especially clothing because down there I could rarely buy something that fit my body. XL down there is like medium here. I’m going to get a health card Monday and I just hope it isn’t too late to fix me.
The links you sent me were helpful. I had never seen two of the sites where I did find an interesting lead, but it still seems like a bit of a needle in the haystack though. If a miracle happens this week I don’t know how I will explain my hearing defect because it is pretty obvious.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in the inet cafes as I don’t have inet at home and I’m glad you don’t mind me telling you my story on your site, I hope that is the case. I’ve been justifying the idea of throwing in the towel on three years of trying to make a career in the financial markets. I have a friend in Mexico, Baja California. She married a super Mexican guy and today they have a great little restaurant complete with desert flowers and lovely artwork, and there are whales sailing by all winter long. It offers lots of quiet and peaceful places, deserted beaches, and sand dunes, perhaps the best place for me. They are the kind of people who really know something deeper about the meaning of life and friendship and all the good stuff life has to offer. What I am finding is that all my old friends have changed quite dramatically as individuals or have gotten married and changed that way. Alejandro and Angela on the other hand will always be very close, they are special. They really live on a different time quotient than the rest of us. I was thinking of taking them up on their offer. It’s no easy decision because it would be life altering at this point. I was thinking of becoming a day trader as I can’t seem to become one here. Of course there are major drawbacks but I’m thinking this might be a more peaceful way through life. I had really just wanted to be home but now I honestly don’t know where that is any longer. I grew up in a very small town and there is nothing there to go back to, so I’m feeling a bit lost.
I thought I would just let you know how the job search was going. We only chatted a few times before but I really liked your vibe, and it seems so rare. I had been hoping to get to know you better before the walls came tumbling down. The reality of my situation is starting to sink in, I think it is just about over and a new chapter will begin in another new place.
When I read your message here about the tragedy in Belsam it really alleviated a lot of the emotional stress I was under that day I was so unfairly robbed of my job. Putting things into a different perspective really helps to get things right but it does seem a bit endless. All I know for sure is that the worst thing in life has to be true regret.
Thanks again for hearing about my Montreal saga,
Best Regards,
Scott
I wanted to post you a message outside of ssga. You know I am suing the company. I was thinking you must have thought it all pretty strange that I sent you a message to begin with. After the 5-7 a few days before I was officially terminated I thought everybody must think I was crazy. You might have noticed I was under a lot of pressure. I had that day actually seen a printed email regarding my termination. I was in a semi-state of denial and shock, mostly denial by the time I got myself through the rest of the workday and went to the 5-7. It would raise some concern I would think if an apparently strange guy googled your site, considering the world we live in. I was wanting to tell you about that but wasn’t sure how to, or if anybody really cared to hear my story. I tryed to contact a few other colleagues that day as well, reaching out for help, praying that somehow I would be rescued. That was a bit naïve, but that’s the way I have always been.
I’m not having much luck on the job front so far, and I now find myself in a crisis that might be worse. A really terrible thing happened to me friday night. I was brutally assaulted just one block from my apartment building. Some very large Haitian kick boxer beat me up and left me with a bad ear injury. He punched me three times in the head and as I was trying to run kicked me in the chest completely knocking all of the air out of me. I got to my building entrance and dialed 911 but then an entire gang of them came toward me and threatened to kill me if I didn’t drop the call. There is a bar across the street that is for black people only. I’ve been there twice before to listen to the live music which I hear from my apartment. I was never very welcome there as the only white face in the crowd but I just went to experience something different. There is definitely a feeling of anti-non-coloured people there. On my way home from dinner at the W with an old friend and his fiancée I stopped to say hello and chat to the bouncer door man. We got talking about my loss of job and what not and he started telling me about his problems, how he couldn’t afford milk for his kids and how he didn’t like his wife. He made a comment about how he wanted to loose his wife but not the kids. I made a comment he didn’t like and he started to get really angry. He threatened me and well, he is very big, he makes me look tiny. I made a really stupid comment about his violent attitude and repeated back to him his worry about loosing his kids. He went into a fit of rage and attacked me. Anyways, I’m very upset about it. I can’t hear very well out of my left ear and I don’t have health insurance. I don’t have the money to pay for a visit to the emergency room. I will be devastated if my hearing stays like this, it’s really awful. I can’t even write out my feelings about this. I’m assuming the next thing that will happen is my lawyer will tell me I don’t have a case against ssga and then I will get evicted. I should find out this week. So my Montreal dream has quickly turned into a nightmare. I didn’t save anything in three months there as I was doing a lot of shopping for things I couldn’t get in Asia. I didn’t have much in the way of anything when I came back, especially clothing because down there I could rarely buy something that fit my body. XL down there is like medium here. I’m going to get a health card Monday and I just hope it isn’t too late to fix me.
The links you sent me were helpful. I had never seen two of the sites where I did find an interesting lead, but it still seems like a bit of a needle in the haystack though. If a miracle happens this week I don’t know how I will explain my hearing defect because it is pretty obvious.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in the inet cafes as I don’t have inet at home and I’m glad you don’t mind me telling you my story on your site, I hope that is the case. I’ve been justifying the idea of throwing in the towel on three years of trying to make a career in the financial markets. I have a friend in Mexico, Baja California. She married a super Mexican guy and today they have a great little restaurant complete with desert flowers and lovely artwork, and there are whales sailing by all winter long. It offers lots of quiet and peaceful places, deserted beaches, and sand dunes, perhaps the best place for me. They are the kind of people who really know something deeper about the meaning of life and friendship and all the good stuff life has to offer. What I am finding is that all my old friends have changed quite dramatically as individuals or have gotten married and changed that way. Alejandro and Angela on the other hand will always be very close, they are special. They really live on a different time quotient than the rest of us. I was thinking of taking them up on their offer. It’s no easy decision because it would be life altering at this point. I was thinking of becoming a day trader as I can’t seem to become one here. Of course there are major drawbacks but I’m thinking this might be a more peaceful way through life. I had really just wanted to be home but now I honestly don’t know where that is any longer. I grew up in a very small town and there is nothing there to go back to, so I’m feeling a bit lost.
I thought I would just let you know how the job search was going. We only chatted a few times before but I really liked your vibe, and it seems so rare. I had been hoping to get to know you better before the walls came tumbling down. The reality of my situation is starting to sink in, I think it is just about over and a new chapter will begin in another new place.
When I read your message here about the tragedy in Belsam it really alleviated a lot of the emotional stress I was under that day I was so unfairly robbed of my job. Putting things into a different perspective really helps to get things right but it does seem a bit endless. All I know for sure is that the worst thing in life has to be true regret.
Thanks again for hearing about my Montreal saga,
Best Regards,
Scott