New category of exploitation: jealousy about a precarious job.

Well, some time ago I had been through a very interesting situation where there was a kind of envy and desire for the way of life in which I was imprisoned and somehow I still am. I worked every night as a waiter, and even if it took my time and did not allow me to wake up early the other day (which detracted me from my studies), it was a way to honestly earn my money and not depend so heavily on my parents. It was with this money that I would pay my rent and other bills, since my family can only send me a small amount of money every month, enough for my food alone. In this way the job of a waiter, who is a low-paying job, was my only source of income. After a while I got an internship and I was not so dependent on my previous job. Finally, in time, one of the boys that lives with me (we live in a shared house, or republic), began to invest his will to also work as a waiter, in the same place. In the particular case of this boy, who is a good friend, his family pays his rent and other bills. There is no concern and he can devote himself to studies. Like every young man, he prefers to drink and spend the afternoons smoking marijuana, and then says he does not have time to work because any work would interfere with his curriculum grade. In fact, he rarely goes to classes and if he needs a job like that, even with his parents already paying his fucking bills, why does not he use his free afternoons time to look for a job? Because it's easier to want what's around. It is easier to want the neighbor's grass next door. I'm not saying he's rich and does not have to work. But his unconsciousness to others, the fact that he does not understand that other people need that job and that he can find another place, if he leaves a little his own bedroom, is a proof of a selfishness that has somehow bothered me deeply. I can not blame the younger ones for their lack of perception and life turned to parties and other celebrations, but the reality is hard for some ones, like me. In a way I was directly harmed by the mere whim of others. For his will to prove himself useful. Of not being a burden to the parents themselves. But if that's the point, then I ask myself again, why do not you wake up sooner and look for a job elsewhere and give me space? Or am I supposed to do that?

Bem, tempos atrás eu havia passado por uma situação muito interessante, onde havia uma espécie de inveja e desejo pelo modo de vida em que eu estava aprisionado e de certa forma ainda estou. Trabalhava todas as noitas como garçom, e mesmo que isso custasse meu tempo e não permitisse que eu acordasse cedo no outro dia (o que prejudicou meus estudos), era uma forma de ganhar honestamente o meu dinheiro e não depender tanto de meus pais. Era com esse dinheiro que pagaria meu aluguel e demais contas, uma vez que minha família pode me enviar apenas uma pequena quantia em dinheiro todo mês, suficiente apenas para minha alimentação. Dessa forma o emprego de garçom, que de certa forma é um emprego mal remunerado, era minha única fonte de renda. Depois de um tempo consegui um estágio e não fiquei tão dependente do emprego anterior. Enfim, com o tempo, um dos rapazes que mora comigo (moramos em uma casa compartilhada, ou república), passou a investir sua vontade em também trabalhar como garçom, no mesmo lugar. No caso particular desse rapaz, que é um bom amigo, sua família paga seu aluguel e demais contas. Não há preocupação alguma e ele pode se dedicar aos estudos. Como todo jovem ele prefere beber e passar as tardes fumando maconha, e depois diz não ter tempo para trabalhar, porque qualquer trabalho interferiria no horário de sua grade curricular. Na verdade ele mal frequenta as aulas e se precisa tanto de um emprego assim, mesmo com os pais dele já pagando as contas, por que ele não utiliza então as suas tardes livres a procura de um emprego? Porque é mais fácil querer o que está por perto. É mais fácil desejar a grama do vizinho ao lado. Não estou dizendo que ele seja rico e não precise trabalhar. Mas sua inconsciência em relação aos outros, o fato dele não entender que outras pessoas precisam daquele emprego e que ele pode arrumar outro lugar, se saísse um pouco do próprio quarto, é uma prova de um egoísmo que de certa forma me incomodou profundamente. Não posso culpar os mais jovens por sua falta de percepção e vida voltada a festas e demais celebrações, porém a realidade é dura para alguns, como eu. De certa forma fui diretamente prejudicado pelo mero capricho alheio. Por sua vontade de se provar útil. De não ser um peso para os próprios pais. Mas se esse é o ponto, logo me pergunto novamente, por que então não acorda mais cedo e procura outro lugar? Ou sou eu que deveria fazer isso?

go for a beer young boy, you deserve it.

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The communists are eating my yogurts.

I am living now in a house with some friends. The ideal for cooperation is being tested with some unsuccessful agreements and few good results. But the ideal is far more strong then our failures.  In Brazil, for a student, or for a person who does not get a job, or someone who lives by a part time job, the only and last solution to live around the good places and good neighbours (not so far away from the city) is to raise more money and pay alone a absurd price, in general all the places are more than a minimum wage, and everybody gets a minimum wage, unless you have money in your family, or properties, so our youth is kind of trapped in this community system of resistence against capital. Because capital is only good for some people. Yesterday I was with a friend of mine, who is a veterinarian for profession. He lives in a good apartment, with three bedrooms, and he get a nice car. Travel a lot and go to eletronic parties almost every weekend. I, with another instance, get a degree, but no job at all and the few jobs I can have I don't have because all of them are like torture. Now I work part time as a waiter, thanks to the compassion of my boss, again as a waiter, and part time as internet boy in the security sector of my educational institution (for months now, but this will end soon). I dont know what to do to get the same financial possibilities of my friend, or at least a little close to his life. I am not jealous. I just want be with him. We have different professions and my profession in Brazil is in some sense a joke for the stablishment, just because we are critical of the mechanism of control. So I am a jobless person now, because my jobs are not jobs for my formation. The free market apparently does not want sociology as a good career. Arts and performing arts are the same in the Brazil's free market, a joke. I want to produce something, but I need financial support and advices. A producer will be great. So I'm living without jobs or money and my life sucks, I am young, but broke, and some people think I am with good shape, so sometimes some people pay me R$ 50 reais to see me naked or thinks like that. With these hell of life without money in the capitalism system I continuously living day by day, and now the communists (my friends living in cooperation with me) are all eating my yogurts and other foods, because I get all the pretty things and they are kind of jealous. So now they get my job too, as I explain in the other post where reality and thug life expected me to be a entrepreneur to not die of hungry. Thank you my communist friends. I love you comrads. Fucking me so hard right now, I almost feel like in my teenager years with some crazy and destructive girlfriend ou even a mother laughing hard against my choices.

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