I do not say that this was a lie because I was not up there to check, but I left my phone with him and, days later he gave me a number of a place, the same network (do not know why, but this reminds me of "Dogs of War of pink Floyd, where they, the Dogs of War, saying that "even our masters do not know the web we weave" (not even our teachers know the web we weave) and informed me that they needed an employee to sales . and even without my consent, I informed my HIV status I called the store and I was called to a meeting that lasted less than five minutes, in which he said "he could not foist me to his sales team" (foist: 1 give with força.2 coerce listen, buy or accept (something molesta)) Check the source, open in another tab) Top .PART form and he would score on Friday a meeting with employees. If they accept me, I would have my job and, indeed, I had a guaranteed place.But it is not difficult to show how I was accepted: the store was in the Homeland Volunteers and had the right of those who entered the five tables view, where two were unoccupied and a mezzanine, which was where the head (...) I watched their staff and I have been "installed there, on the mezzanine, isolated from all employees, at lunch, except the operator, not exchanged a word with me and even looked me in the face.
It was a Monday night and that day I had a polysomnography to be done and went to sleep institute where employee, I had a pleasant evening, where I ended up having an erotic dream with the nurse .... Well, I had a rude awakening the 5: 30 morning and nurses, including one with whom I had the dream came disconnect me from five hundred thousand wires and yet I, who had me sitting, got back to sleep and I woke up, no other dream, around six-fifteen in the morning. I ate my breakfast and went to work. I went down to Carandiru station and went to work, where I found my "boss" (the best boss I ever had, register, it was Paulo Domingos de Oliveira, a man with "a thousand connections" who called me on a Saturday, The phone call in my presence, the content of which is apocryphal, and said to me, "IT IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE GOING IN. If you want to leave, leave now or never leave."I chose to leave and he was a righteous man, gave me a sum of money for me to start my life as whatever I wanted, and I went back to DJ at Wagon Plaza, a sort of "house of tolerance" that existed, or there, I never went back there, I do not know ... Returning to the "boss, I found the shop door, still closed, where he stopped me and said after I finished the shift, he would have been surrounded by staff that said, textual words, they were not required to work with this "kind of person"And that he had to choose between them or me.
He apologized saying that "could not lose his sales team and was laying off me."
I think she borrowed money from the cleaning girl, because she was the one to bring me the money. The prejudice against HIV-positive people, and I'm not very fond of myself ... is the worst type, the same type that exists against, for example, black people who, as a rule, "have even a white friend" ... There is a prejudice, as in the case of the young man, who is afraid of touching his own mother, or like what he has shown through a friend's sister, to whom she, who is HIV positive, told her sister that she felt a lack of physical contact and sister said, "you also went to prorate" (she just received the diagnosis and soon she will see that it is not so, that a person with HIV is, yes, worthy of respect, love, affection, and sexual pleasure, although I understand it and remember very well that I have spent little more than a year without a single physical touch, not even a handshake, and especially a hug. the media, who built this gay plague stigma, make a long editorial one Sunday recognizing their mistakes, undoing their mystifications, and that every damn priest, and every accursed pastor, make a me30culpa, Admitting that they were wrong and that I should not unfair, I quote MTV with honors with regard to educational and enlightening campaigns, and who does not like j08OrNaL nAcIoNl DO, does that give one minute of time to news, sometimes I had published months before.
And so I did not feel injured, gave me a note of R $ 50,00. The mint and the presidency, with this "reckless" president who excuse me, but I tear the note in their faces in 4 parts and just did not give a punch in his face because he did not have a fully functional arms and I would not be coward hit a assim_ _homem. I returned home glaring and as there was a resident of the building that once was winding me with a payment she owed me for months I went straight to her apartment and I charged with a fury that fortunately today I can not feel, thankfully and I charged in loud and clear that she, poor thing, I was and when she told me it was no use I make a scene to which I retorted that I was not even making scandal, and I wanted the money that day, or God protect me.
We need it to end, and that end today!