My brother and I were getting closer every day. I visited his home and I saw my nephews. They are sweet little ruffians. We had a great time together.
Of course, when my mother found out that I was my brother’s family guest, she was not very glad. But lately she is not satisfied with me anyway. She was not satisfied when I lost my job in the bank. She was not satisfied when I started working with my brother in the cleaning company. I guess she is pleased only with my divorce. She never liked my ex wife. But she does not like my brother’s wife also. Actually she did not like any woman we choose.
Anyway. Yesterday we had to clean a bank. When I understand this, I first felt uncomfortable. I taught I would feel nostalgic. But when we got there, I did not. We were there early in the morning, before the bank employees came. We entered the bank, we started cleaning, but instead with complains of my poor destiny my mind was filled with completely different taught. I had no sorrow about my former prestigious and well paid job. In fact I gloated that I don’t have to work with other people’s money, to give credits in exchange for high interest rate, to be false and to be ready to do anything to keep such a job.
Now I was much happier. In cleaning there were exact rules and if I was observing them (and I was) everything would be just fine. Even the dramatic difference in payment didn’t bother me. I did not miss anything. The place I lived was comfortable and nice, I had enough money to live and sometimes to go to a pub or to have dinner at restaurant. Well, if I had a girlfriend I would need some more money, but girls were not my priority now.
I had a little flirt with one of my colleagues, but I was still hesitating. I was not sure I want to initiate such a move. She was too young for me. Her parents were rich, but she came to work in cleaning business to make her father angry. He made big plans for her: he wanted her to go to a law school and to work in his law firm. He even chose her a husband. Once, when she told us her story, I joked that after she started working as a cleaner the only thing left to drive her father crazy would be to start dating some guy 20 years older than her. It was just a joke and I had no second taught, but she told me with a playful voice: “Well, I wait for candidates, then…”