20th Chain; text
My friend Soubi went missing a few days ago. His NV isn't working and I can't sense him, so that's that, he's probably gone again. I ended up kind of busy with some stuff, but today I went to his job where he was working as a cook and told him he probably wasn't coming back. I do management at my job, I get how stressful it is when you're shorthanded, I figured it was the right thing to do. Besides, I was hoping I could collect his last paycheck whenever it came in.
The manager just rolled her eyes and said that they normally don't hire newcomers because they 'just disappear' and return when it's convenient, and that she didn't know what the owner was thinking hiring him. Which is crap, because Soubi's a great cook.
She also told me not to hang around looking for hand outs. I don't know why she thought I would do that, since I only ever came in to visit Soubi and wait for him so we could walk home together after work. He'd push food on me and sometimes I fell asleep in the booths, but I always did my best to stay out of the way and not bother anyone.
I've been trying to work on this letter to M.A.N.N. about how unfair their attitude is about Newcomers, because everyone deserves a good education and we kids need something we know we can count on, but I don't know if I can put everything into words right now without sounding stupid. I don't want to whine about how hard it's been. I don't think the general population thinks of us in terms of the strength it takes for us to get through our lives when we have no certainty about our tomorrow.
I don't want a handout. From the very beginning I've always wanted to look after myself and not depend on anyone, which is hard because I won't be a legal adult for many years. I don't care for being in anyone's debt of kindness and I can take care of myself.
This is a tough town with a lot of crime and death, even for the natives. Newcomers lose their family - their real family, their chosen family, the people they had to turn to because they were alone - all the time. We're just expected to suck it up and take it and go about our lives because 'it's just what happens'.
I got kicked out of the restaurant for telling this lady off, in the end. I don't think I'll be getting that paycheck.
The manager just rolled her eyes and said that they normally don't hire newcomers because they 'just disappear' and return when it's convenient, and that she didn't know what the owner was thinking hiring him. Which is crap, because Soubi's a great cook.
She also told me not to hang around looking for hand outs. I don't know why she thought I would do that, since I only ever came in to visit Soubi and wait for him so we could walk home together after work. He'd push food on me and sometimes I fell asleep in the booths, but I always did my best to stay out of the way and not bother anyone.
I've been trying to work on this letter to M.A.N.N. about how unfair their attitude is about Newcomers, because everyone deserves a good education and we kids need something we know we can count on, but I don't know if I can put everything into words right now without sounding stupid. I don't want to whine about how hard it's been. I don't think the general population thinks of us in terms of the strength it takes for us to get through our lives when we have no certainty about our tomorrow.
I don't want a handout. From the very beginning I've always wanted to look after myself and not depend on anyone, which is hard because I won't be a legal adult for many years. I don't care for being in anyone's debt of kindness and I can take care of myself.
This is a tough town with a lot of crime and death, even for the natives. Newcomers lose their family - their real family, their chosen family, the people they had to turn to because they were alone - all the time. We're just expected to suck it up and take it and go about our lives because 'it's just what happens'.
I got kicked out of the restaurant for telling this lady off, in the end. I don't think I'll be getting that paycheck.