Showing posts with label bulllying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bulllying. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 August 2018

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 61

At the beginning, Mme. Landlord asked me each time she wished to borrow something from me.  Then gradually ‘borrowed’ became ‘taken.’  After 16 months, she would just take them and would be rather cross if I retrieved my things from her apartment.  Still, I made excuses for her, telling myself that it was her advanced age making her forgetful of manner.  Of course, she was miserly to the bone, but I did not want to see it then.  My plate was already full of dark sludge of the restaurant from Hell, I could not handle another type of evil.

So, I got to work in the cold month of December in her apartment.  I spent two days in total scraping off the old layers, filling up the numerous holes.  A professional painter would tell you that this was the most tedious work of painting, but I did it because Japanese would honor their promises.  It was becoming evident that Mme. Landlord did not see me as her equal, but that was natural.  France was her land and she had priority here over me.  I was never invited, I came to France on my will to learn her culture.  It would be audacious, even unpractical to expect a red-carpet reception.  Thus, it would have been sufficient to me if Mme. Landlord only realized that I was too useful to mistreat…to lose

I had underestimated her avarice, financial or any forms.  She even lied to me that her heater was not working.  She made me work in the unheated apartment during the winter to save her money, but I would not doubt her words.  I did not even touch her heater.  Mme. Landlord had taught many Japanese students and spoke fondly of their politeness, but what she really appreciated was their obedience.  She knew I would complete any hard task, once I took it upon.  She hated the black wall paper Jupiter had left behind.  Instead of paying a professional a lot of money to remove it, she opted to make me paint several layers over it.  I could see it was going to be an impossible task, compounded by the cheap semi-transparent paint she had purchased for me to work with.  However, a decedent of Samurai warrior would keep his or her promises.  It was going to be the last favor I would ever do for Mme. Landlord, and misjudging her personality was not going to be the excuse to break my promise.

So, I found a way to peel off the black wallpaper.  Unfortunately, it did not make my work easier because there were still many glues stuck on the wall and it was hell removing it a strip by strip.  I spent three whole days removing the glues, but Mme. Landlord was not satisfied by the result.  She insisted that since I removed the wall paper without her agreement, I had the responsibility to make the wall smooth and void of any glues.  She wrote an email to me so there would be no misunderstanding.  She wrote to me how her son and her family were appalled that Mme. Landlord was left to finish my lousy job.  If they had come, why did they not help their own mother?  Unfortunately, their mother had raised them with the ideas that migrants were the source of free labor.

Just in case you were thinking that I might have really done a lousy job, then let me tell you about this professional painter who was sent by the insurance company of the Syndic to paint the ceiling of Mme. Landlord.  There had been a leek on her roof.  The painter did a good job, but Mme. Landlord said it was NOT, pointing at the one tiny , oh, so tiny spot left near the window.  She refused to pay unless the painter did more extra works for her.  It turned ugly that the boss was summoned.  After the heated argument, the painters left fuming.  One of them insisted on shaking hands with me, but not with Mme. Landlord.  He told me that ‘That is a nasty woman there’ indicating that other French women were nicer.  I was much relieved to hear that.  I much prefer Mme. Le Pen for her honest acknowledgement of discrimination over the hypocrisy of Mme. Landlord who acted as a defender of the weak, the gay and the migrants while actually exploiting them.

To be continued.
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Sunday, 18 September 2016

The true horror stories in Paris-Part 6

I here upload my first post since I moved to Blogger.  Thank God to the administrators of Blogger because my old posts have suddenly attracted thousands of viewers and all I did was having them transferred from Wordpress where I only attracted one or two views per day.

If you have read my true horror story in Paris part 1 to 5, you may wonder whatever happened to that Japanese middle-aged spinster who tried to brainwash me to hand over to her my cash as offerings.  Maybe this bit is a true horror story only possible in France.  One year on she is still employed by the same bank because of the iron clad Union power á la Francaise.  Her superior has been under stress worrying over what she may be doing with her other Japanese clients’ accounts and yet he can’t fire her.  Her coworkers are also stressed mentally and physically because their workloads have increased due to the fact this spinster could not be trusted with new clients.  A few months ago I had to call my current councilor but she had called in sick.  Instead I heard that cursed voice at the other end of the phone.  The spinster recognized who I was and guess what?  She giggled in a low sinister manner.  No shame…and no sanity if I may say.  And yet this woman has a free access to the financial information, whereabouts, etc. of all the clients of the bank, including mine.  My current councilor and her superior have been begging me not to close my account and I have given them one year to be rid of the problem.  Nothing has changed, if not turned worse.  Time to make decision.

Mulling with the idea I walked up the subway station of Republique.  I found the air to be smoky.  Next moment my eyes stung.  Toxic gas attack?  No, it was tear gas.  The first time in my life I was exposed to it.  It turned out there was a strike going on at Place de Republique rallying against the recent change in labour law or something.  In order to calm them down, the police had resorted to blasting tear gas from the look of it.  The strikers are probably justified in doing so, but they are also protecting wrong employees. 

I cannot change the system.  The only course left for an individual like me is to leave, in this case my current bank.

Monday, 14 July 2014

The other side of the society (育ちが違っても)

flower darwinI do not presume to know how the Australian rich live, but some of them keep mansions in the eastern suburbs of Sydney.  I chose to live in a small apartment there because it is the safest area predominantly occupied by white Australians.  The cream of the rich are said to be living in Darling Point and Vaucluse.  They keep to themselves and only people the outsiders get to see are their domestic help.  They would be either South Asians or South Americans.  This would naturally affect their concept of Asians and immigrants.  Children growing up in this environment might have problems when they see immigrants’ children at private schools strictly for the privileged.  The attitude is reflected by the popular Australian TV drama featuring a rich girl at private school with mega sense of entitlement.  Her famous line is ‘Asians are losers’ and the Chinese students are bullied and portrayed as an ugly geek without class.  Some criticized the show but the fact that its series 2 was produced reveals the true sentiment among the white Australians.  Whichever side of the society they are on, the rich and the poor both seem to struggle with the idea of immigrants with money and success.  In case of Chinese immigrants, they are often richer than the well-to-do Australians.   

Again I do not presume to know how the Australians feel, but one thing I can relate.  I too find it appalling the disrespect for the public space shown by some immigrants.  I have witnessed them toss trashes on the street, jump the queues and cheat the systems for financial gains.  Even those newly cashed up lots cannot shed off their former vulgar behaviour of taking more food than they can eat from the buffet.  If it is this demoralizing to me, an immigrant albeit respectful one, it must be even more depressing for the Australians to see their neighborhood being trashed and their space invaded.  I was lucky enough to have occasional respite during my holidays in my homeland, famous for being one of the cleanest, the most orderly and efficient place on earth.  No one there jumps the queues, thanks Christ, and people keep their voice down in the public with the possible exception of street merchants and fisherman’s wives.  

But poor Australians are stuck in the environment where breathing seems to get harder everyday gradually.  Pent up frustration needs an outlet.  To be continued.

豪州にも裕福層はいてシドニーの東部に大方住んでいます。白人優勢な代わりに安全性が高い場所なのでささやかな住居を構えていました。セレブはDarling Point 又は Vaucluseに集まっていますが高い塀に囲まれ外部の人間との接触は使用人ばかり。お手伝いは東アジア人や南アメリカ系の移民なので山の手の人のアジア人や移民に対する印象は容易に想像できます。子供達が一流私立の学校で移民の子を見かければ例えどれだけ裕福な実家でも白人からみれば何か違うと感じて当然でしょう。それが鮮明に反映されているのが最近人気の豪州ドラマで主人公は有名私立校に通う超過保護に育った女子学生です。彼女の決め文句が「東洋人は皆負け犬なのよ」でドラマの中の中華系の生徒はダサク柄悪く、まぬけに描かれ当然のごとくあざ笑う虐めに毎回あっていても白人学生におべっかするアジア女学生の様子に同じ東洋人として悲しく思いました。反捕鯨オーストラリア人は表だっては公平に番組を批判しつつも視聴率で支持し続編が2つ既に撮影されたのが彼らの本音です。白人を超えたアジア人などオーストラリア人として育ちにかかわらず裕福も貧乏も等しく受け入れ難いのか、複雑な心境のようです。 

しかし私もオーストラリア人に共鳴できる事があります。一部の移民による公の場に対する非礼は私もゲンナリします。平然とゴミを路上に捨てたり、列を飛ばして人を押しのける移民。お金の為に福祉や公のシステムを誤魔化したくせに逆キレする彼らの姿を何度も見てきました。同じ移民の私がこれほど嫌気がさすのなら豪州人はどれだけ不快でありましょう。自分の育った町が移民の手で汚され自分の領域が侵されていくのを見るのはどれだけ辛いことでしょう。 私は幸い里帰りで世界一清潔で時間通りに動く社会に触れて息抜きが可能でした。滅多な事で列の割り込みのない素晴らしい国民は公の場で大声を慎みます。