You spend your whole life trying to build a reputation. Then, one wrong move and everything you worked hard for is taken away from you.
My whole life I have worked hard towards achieving certain goals. And one mistake, one stupid, silly mistake and all that is no more.
Ever since I was a kid, I have worked and worked to have my family accept me as a no good neanderthal who cannot be trusted to do a day's hard work and who is constantly on acid or some other substance.
Now, a few months ago I my family asked for my help for something. Now when they ask me to do something, I'm usually the LAST possible person they could turn to. So, I obliged. No, not out of any guilt. That's because guilt is mostly for religious people.
Anyways, before this incident, my family was well programmed to ask me for a favor only every six to eight months. And they didn't even trust me enough to walk the dogs. Not that I am a big fan of walking the dogs. I mean, it involves three of my least favorite things. Walking, dogs and helping out my family.
Now ever since I unselfishly granted them that favor, without even debiting the six monthly account, things have started to change.
Suddenly, my opinion is being sought on something. My opinion. You know how dangerous that can be. Last time someone sought my opinion, there were tears, broken bones and the threat of bloodshed. However, certain members of my family have started treating me like some insider. They act like I am part of this social group.
How rude is that?
Just yesterday, my sister asked me to watch one of my nephews. Me. You know, l thought she knew better.
Years ago, a cousin of mine who was not privy to my reputation had asked me to watch her kid. She belonged to a family which believed in the evil practice of vegetarianism. By the time I was done watching the kid, his favorite breakfast was sausage and he started eating Pepperoni pizza every alternate day. Needless to say, I was never asked to watch anybody else's kids again.
Even though, all I did was give the boy a real taste of freedom, no one ever asked me to watch their kids again. I wonder why.
Am I not a good role model or something?
Then there's Dad. Who expects me to help out a little with the business. He thinks that it's okay to ask me to help him with my tax return just because he is preoccupied with something urgent. He thinks I have no life.
I don't. But that's not the point. It's the spirit of the thing, really.
And my Mom. Just because I forced her to fire some of the domestic help because I was allergic to their face, she expects me to help around the house. Do impossible things like making my own cup of coffee.
Ha!! Fat chance of that happening!
I simply order out. Hmph.
This is why I used to have that six month rule. All that is in the crapper now.
Although, now when I think about this, maybe this is a good thing.
Now that my family treats me like I belong, it must translate into more money. Maybe a bigger expense account or something?
Look. I'm all about the silver lining in the dark cloud. Cause when life hands you a couple of lemons, you slice them up and add them to your cocktail.
Isn't that what they teach you in business school?