My Walk with Nepotism Straight Up Sucks
I could have started - and ended - with this thought:
I’m eternally grateful to have been employed during my children’s younger years and working from home.
But I can’t.
Turns out my extended family employers were micro-managing, fake liberals, liars, cheats, mentally challenged, pretend environmentalists, sexual predators, bad business people, book cookers, technically challenged, nutritionally ignorant, and just all around creeps.
Their only “friends” were employees. Minimum wage employees with all the free soft drinks they could drink as the big benefit for working for them. They had sexual encounters with their employees.
Despite all this, I stayed employed with their “company” (more like a “micro-cult”) for 26 years before I decided my health would dictate impending death from the massive stress of continuing to work for them a minute longer.
And then, “out of nowhere”, I suffered an almost deadly septic arthritis of my left sternoclavicular joint that travelled to my left lung and down my left arm to my left ankle. It required four surgeries to remove my left collar joint, drain fluid, and repair the open wound over the cavity left from the radical surgery.
No one should be a victim of this kind of stress.
No One.