The Shelter: Attrition
I've always worked more than forty hours a week for more than thirty long years, 17 of which I spent at a prestigious site working for a contract company. I won't mention names, because the idea is not to spite those who currently tag along my every step and obfuscate me everywhere I go. They, too, have changed and I cannot in all fairness say that things have not gotten slightly better. I was demoted, taken off the site I worked at for years, and subsequently fired from the next as the Coronavirus ravished nationwide without as much as a notice. Even before those things unfolded, I realized much later on, I've been targeted as were many others who had worked and lived here in the great U.S. of A. Following are a list of things that take place in a shelter in Jamaica, Queens, where I have been staying since late December, 2021. They have, as of yet, not helped with any of the complaints raised. At no point have I felt unsafe, not even when a roommate took a knife out and t...