This past week was eventful to say the least. Aside from my daily excitements, two events really brought turmoil in my life.
For one, I'm not the only German at my work anymore. Although he's only half-German, he was born and grew up in Germany and still knows a reasonable amount of German. This is how we started talking. Soon, I found out that he is in a similar situation I just escaped a little over a year ago. He is in a marriage in which affection and passion no longer exist. This brought back many bad memories to me. I hope he finds a way out. Oh, and if a single woman reads this, who's interested in dating a half-German guy, let me know. I have his email address to pass out. LOL
But what shook me a lot more emotionally is the re-appearance of a friend of mine. He was my sister's first real boy-friend and they were together for a long time. When my sister broke up with him, I think I was as devastated as he was. He was almost like a brother to me... and we were pretty much his family. Even after my sister broke up with him, he came to our house often to get advice from my mom or just to stop by and say hi. He always had a tough time. After he graduated from car mechanic school, he joined the military. Instead of just doing the mandatory year, he signed up for 4 years with the Air Force. After this was over, he went back to school, so he would be able to train future mechanics himself. It wasn't until he was close to graduation that the school told him he didn't have enough work experience to graduate. In short, whatever he touched that promised to be gold, simply turned to ash. I couldn't believe that one person could have so much bad luck.
After I moved to the US, we still had brief contact but eventually that faded. He never quite left me, though. I often thought about him, what he might be doing, hoping that all is well. But I never heard from him. I kept the cell phone number I had from him with every phone I had. I just recently deleted it, figured it's long outdated.
Then came the email. I was tempted to simply delete it because I didn't know the sender and although the subject was German, I figured it's spam. Then I opened it and couldn't believe it. I was so happy to hear from him again after so many years, curious what happened.
Well, today he wrote me in detail what was going on the past 6 or 7 years. Much of it was heart-wrenching. After being with my sister, he was with another woman, who took advantage of him, cheated on him, ruined his life. After he broke up with her, he was homeless, bankrupt. He tried to commit suicide. Although I had no idea any of this was going on, I felt guilty that I couldn't help. But I think something inside him realized that this wasn't it. He went through therapy and was eventually able to turn his life around. He went back to school, got his degree, went to college, got a degree there and he found a new girl-friend. She has helped him through the last stages and I'm very happy that he's doing well. I'm so proud of him, so proud that he was able to turn his life around.
At the same time, I feel honored that I'm the first one he wrote. He didn't even write my mom yet, although he will. I promised that I won't tell anything to my family until he does. I just wish I could give him a big bear hug. I know it's not possible right at this moment, but maybe in the near future.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Gift isn't really a gift!
A couple weeks ago, I watched a documentary called "The Gift". It left me speechless and absolutely aghast. I still don't know if I'm actually able to write about it, if I processed it.
Maybe it's just me, but who in the world would want to consciously infect themselves with HIV, so they can continue to have unprotected sex? This concept eludes me, especially since HIV is only one of many sexually transmitted diseases. I mean, I can see where the guys are coming from, if their partner is positive, they don't have to worry about getting infected if they're positive with the same string. If it's a different HIV string, however, things can get really messy. But that's a different subject and it's better explained by someone who knows more about it than I do.
Those guys, however, weren't in a stable relationship, they just wanted to have sex with whomever. Since most of the men in their circles were positive, they thought that being positive themselves would give them the freedom they longed for and take away the recurring tests and the fear of a positive test result. Before I watched that documentary, I had no idea that there were parties even, where one could "receive the gift", meaning having unprotected sex with dozens of positive men with the goal of obtaining an HIV positive test result, too.
Luckily, some of the men interviewed eventually realized that it may not have been their best idea, but of course by that time it was too late.
The part that scared me most, I think, was that I understood the concept and where they were coming from. However, I know enough to know that the tests are nothing compared to life with HIV.
I wish my boyfriend would write about it a little more. I asked him to but he doesn't really want to, he doesn't want to sound whiny. I told him, he wouldn't because he never is. Besides, many people don't know what it's like and although I do get a little more insight, I'm sure he doesn't tell me everything either. Aside from that, I think it would give people a better understanding and a new perspective. Maybe he'll read it and see how important it is that people realize that not only do his medications keep him from getting really, really sick and pretty much keep him alive, it's not the same as taking a something to get rid of a headache. A lot of people still don't know much about HIV; it doesn't seem to be a problem anymore, it seems to only exist in Africa, where people still actually die from an infection worsened by AIDS, while in the developed world the perception is that people just take a few pills and live happily ever after. Education seems almost nonexistent these days and certainly excludes the importance of prevention. I wish more people would get tested on a regular basis, why not make it a point to get tested when it's time to see the doctor for a physical? They draw blood anyway, why not include this test?
Although prevention is the key, an early diagnosis can be life-saving as well.
Maybe it's just me, but who in the world would want to consciously infect themselves with HIV, so they can continue to have unprotected sex? This concept eludes me, especially since HIV is only one of many sexually transmitted diseases. I mean, I can see where the guys are coming from, if their partner is positive, they don't have to worry about getting infected if they're positive with the same string. If it's a different HIV string, however, things can get really messy. But that's a different subject and it's better explained by someone who knows more about it than I do.
Those guys, however, weren't in a stable relationship, they just wanted to have sex with whomever. Since most of the men in their circles were positive, they thought that being positive themselves would give them the freedom they longed for and take away the recurring tests and the fear of a positive test result. Before I watched that documentary, I had no idea that there were parties even, where one could "receive the gift", meaning having unprotected sex with dozens of positive men with the goal of obtaining an HIV positive test result, too.
Luckily, some of the men interviewed eventually realized that it may not have been their best idea, but of course by that time it was too late.
The part that scared me most, I think, was that I understood the concept and where they were coming from. However, I know enough to know that the tests are nothing compared to life with HIV.
I wish my boyfriend would write about it a little more. I asked him to but he doesn't really want to, he doesn't want to sound whiny. I told him, he wouldn't because he never is. Besides, many people don't know what it's like and although I do get a little more insight, I'm sure he doesn't tell me everything either. Aside from that, I think it would give people a better understanding and a new perspective. Maybe he'll read it and see how important it is that people realize that not only do his medications keep him from getting really, really sick and pretty much keep him alive, it's not the same as taking a something to get rid of a headache. A lot of people still don't know much about HIV; it doesn't seem to be a problem anymore, it seems to only exist in Africa, where people still actually die from an infection worsened by AIDS, while in the developed world the perception is that people just take a few pills and live happily ever after. Education seems almost nonexistent these days and certainly excludes the importance of prevention. I wish more people would get tested on a regular basis, why not make it a point to get tested when it's time to see the doctor for a physical? They draw blood anyway, why not include this test?
Although prevention is the key, an early diagnosis can be life-saving as well.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Divorced
A couple of days ago I got divorced. It's been a long process and I'm glad it has finally come to an end. For some reason I thought I would feel different. Relieved, happy or something like that. Instead, I was very nervous when I was in the courtroom and went back to feeling normal but very tired afterward. But on the other hand, maybe it's a good thing, I didn't feel different.
After all, nobody gets married to get divorced. At least nobody I have ever heard of. I certainly didn't plan on it. When I got married, I thought this is it. The man I'm getting married to, is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I probably could have done just that. But I wouldn't have been happy. I spent most of my marriage by myself as we were working different schedules. That may work if you have been married for decades but it doesn't really work if you are just starting your adult life. Sure, I don't mind being by myself, I need it, too, but not 350 days of the year. Waking up alone, breakfast alone, coming home to an empty apartment, going to bed alone. That just wasn't it for me. It was much like being single but without the opportunity to meet someone new. Eventually, I had to call it quits.
My ex isn't a bad man, he just wasn't right for me. I'm sure that even he will realize it some day and I know he will find someone else, someone who is more compatible. Maybe he will even get married again. I hope he will find happiness.
I have learned a lot throughout this marriage, my earlier blog posts prove this, too. I will likely not get married again unless I have been in the same relationship for a long time and there is a financial advantage. I will certainly never change my name again. It is such a hassle to have the name changed on all important documents that it's really not worth to ever change it to anything from the name you were born with. Unless, of course, your last name was horrible and your married name is much better.
I have started my new life and once the paperwork is done and I have my name back everywhere, I will have yet another reason to enjoy it. I have a wonderful boyfriend and we are creating a future together. I know that my family will support me whatever I decide to do, as they have in the past. I have realized that I am responsible for my own happiness. Life, although challenging sometimes, is good to me.
After all, nobody gets married to get divorced. At least nobody I have ever heard of. I certainly didn't plan on it. When I got married, I thought this is it. The man I'm getting married to, is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I probably could have done just that. But I wouldn't have been happy. I spent most of my marriage by myself as we were working different schedules. That may work if you have been married for decades but it doesn't really work if you are just starting your adult life. Sure, I don't mind being by myself, I need it, too, but not 350 days of the year. Waking up alone, breakfast alone, coming home to an empty apartment, going to bed alone. That just wasn't it for me. It was much like being single but without the opportunity to meet someone new. Eventually, I had to call it quits.
My ex isn't a bad man, he just wasn't right for me. I'm sure that even he will realize it some day and I know he will find someone else, someone who is more compatible. Maybe he will even get married again. I hope he will find happiness.
I have learned a lot throughout this marriage, my earlier blog posts prove this, too. I will likely not get married again unless I have been in the same relationship for a long time and there is a financial advantage. I will certainly never change my name again. It is such a hassle to have the name changed on all important documents that it's really not worth to ever change it to anything from the name you were born with. Unless, of course, your last name was horrible and your married name is much better.
I have started my new life and once the paperwork is done and I have my name back everywhere, I will have yet another reason to enjoy it. I have a wonderful boyfriend and we are creating a future together. I know that my family will support me whatever I decide to do, as they have in the past. I have realized that I am responsible for my own happiness. Life, although challenging sometimes, is good to me.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
When I die...
Ok, before I pick that though up again I feel it may be necessary to let you know that I don't plan on dying any time soon. But this is something out of my control and I'd rather tell you about it while I still can. Because once I'm dead, well, there won't be much talking or blogging on my part anymore... I don't think.
So, when I die, I'd hate for people to cry that I'm gone. Seriously, I'm not that important. Just one of over 6 billion people on this planet. People die every day for the most various reasons. I will be one of them, sometime, it's a fact. I don't know when I will die or what may be the cause of my death but it will happen and there's nothing I can do about it.
Once I'm dead, I don't much care what happens to my body either, just one thing, don't put me in a grave and feel obligated to take care of it and bring flowers and stuff. Seriously, remember me as the living person I once was, with all my faults. I would much rather that my ashes are spread over the ocean, now that would be cool. Or if you'd like to put my ashes in an urn that is mailed from friend to friend, that's fine with me, too. Quite honestly, I really liked how the main character of The Perfume ended up, although this may be a little dramatic and unrealistic. If you haven't seen the movie or read the book (both are excellent), I dare you to do it.
I would like you to know that when I die, I will have lived the best life I was able to live. I will have had many ups and downs in my life but I will never have given up. Giving up is not in my nature. I may lay on the ground and wallow in self-pity for a while, but that's only because I need a new game plan. I will have always stood true to my values and beliefs.
When I die, I know I will have disappointed many of you. Trust me, I didn't do it on purpose; at some point our lives just separated and continued on in different directions. I'm following my path and you have to follow yours. Rest assured, I enjoyed the time we spent together. Sometimes I mourn the loss of friends in my life but at the same time I know that we weren't able to continue down the same road. We walked down the same road for a while, made some experiences together and I cherish what I learned from them. I know that some people thought I could or would improve their lives or that of their sons. Well, I tried my best and I hope to have made a difference. I can only take so much trouble before I have to move on.
I can honestly say that everyone I have met so far during my lifetime has had an impact on me. You have shaped and influenced my life far more than you might imagine. You may just have brushed my life but you may have said or done something that will always stay with me and influence my life. I strive on those memories, good and bad, as they are all valuable to me. They deeply influence how I have lived my life so far.
I just hope that this life will have been good enough to get me another life, maybe one in which my body doesn't hate me so much but I know it will still be filled with challenges. The challenges will be different, I'm sure but I'm looking forward to it. I doubt I will be able to tell you about it but if I am, I hope it will be something like: "Remember during our last life, when...?" Now that would be fun!
Therefore, when I die, don't be sad, remember me as I was when I was alive and say "See you in the next life!"
So, when I die, I'd hate for people to cry that I'm gone. Seriously, I'm not that important. Just one of over 6 billion people on this planet. People die every day for the most various reasons. I will be one of them, sometime, it's a fact. I don't know when I will die or what may be the cause of my death but it will happen and there's nothing I can do about it.
Once I'm dead, I don't much care what happens to my body either, just one thing, don't put me in a grave and feel obligated to take care of it and bring flowers and stuff. Seriously, remember me as the living person I once was, with all my faults. I would much rather that my ashes are spread over the ocean, now that would be cool. Or if you'd like to put my ashes in an urn that is mailed from friend to friend, that's fine with me, too. Quite honestly, I really liked how the main character of The Perfume ended up, although this may be a little dramatic and unrealistic. If you haven't seen the movie or read the book (both are excellent), I dare you to do it.
I would like you to know that when I die, I will have lived the best life I was able to live. I will have had many ups and downs in my life but I will never have given up. Giving up is not in my nature. I may lay on the ground and wallow in self-pity for a while, but that's only because I need a new game plan. I will have always stood true to my values and beliefs.
When I die, I know I will have disappointed many of you. Trust me, I didn't do it on purpose; at some point our lives just separated and continued on in different directions. I'm following my path and you have to follow yours. Rest assured, I enjoyed the time we spent together. Sometimes I mourn the loss of friends in my life but at the same time I know that we weren't able to continue down the same road. We walked down the same road for a while, made some experiences together and I cherish what I learned from them. I know that some people thought I could or would improve their lives or that of their sons. Well, I tried my best and I hope to have made a difference. I can only take so much trouble before I have to move on.
I can honestly say that everyone I have met so far during my lifetime has had an impact on me. You have shaped and influenced my life far more than you might imagine. You may just have brushed my life but you may have said or done something that will always stay with me and influence my life. I strive on those memories, good and bad, as they are all valuable to me. They deeply influence how I have lived my life so far.
I just hope that this life will have been good enough to get me another life, maybe one in which my body doesn't hate me so much but I know it will still be filled with challenges. The challenges will be different, I'm sure but I'm looking forward to it. I doubt I will be able to tell you about it but if I am, I hope it will be something like: "Remember during our last life, when...?" Now that would be fun!
Therefore, when I die, don't be sad, remember me as I was when I was alive and say "See you in the next life!"
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Frustration
I’m having a bad day today; well actually it has been a few bad days already. It started on Saturday, when I got up and I had these welting hives again. They are hot, itchy and especially when they are in my face, they are swelling up and make me look like a victim of violence. Seriously, except for the blues of bruises, my whole face is deformed.
I don’t really know where they are coming from, there are several options but none have provided a solution yet. The allergist left me to my own devices, too, unwilling or unable to help me.
This is not new to me, however. I have battled allergies all my life, without the help from doctors. All they ever told me is to stay away from everything I’m allergic to. This resulted in a largely isolated life for me; I spent a lot of time alone. I grew up in the country, being allergic to everything that surrounded me, everything that everyone thought of as fun. My sister would go play in the hay, go horseback riding or feed cows. I wasn’t allowed to because of my allergies. I often tried to participate in these activities anyway, simply because I didn’t want to feel as left out as I often felt but the price I paid was high. Just a short time with the horses would lead to swollen, itchy eyes, a runny nose and inability to breathe. Plus it got me in trouble with my parents, who were worried but I don’t think they ever quite understood how important it was for me to fit in and do what others were doing, too.
The doctors proved to be less than helpful, too. I got an inhaler for the asthma attacks, which helped for a while, and their advice was to stay away from anything that causes an allergy attack, including carpet, curtains, and bed sheets, bedding, and stuffed animals. Absolutely no pets were allowed either. Well, I resisted those. I had stuffed animals; I did sleep in bed sheets, although the down comforter and pillow were replaced with hypo-allergenic ones. My room did have a carpet and curtains. My parents eventually even gave in and I got a dog and a cat. I spent a lot of time with my dog, we went for long walks and he was always there for me. To this day, I consider my dog my best friend and I was very sad when he died. I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself for not being there for him when he took his last breath.
For a few years everything was fine, until I started having problems walking. My knee would give out on me and I couldn’t lift my leg. Over time it got worse and worse, until I couldn’t even walk a quarter mile without problems. That’s when my mom really put her foot down and made me go to the doctor. Sure enough, my immune system dealt me another blow. I was diagnosed with an incurable disease, which causes my immune system to attack my nerve cells. Daily injections are supposed to help stop the progression. So far, this seems to be working, but I can no longer afford the injections because my health insurance took them off the list of covered medicines and moved them to the list of medicines that are only covered by co-pays because this medicine is so expensive.
Last year then, the latest blow was dealt to me when I started having the hives. At first I didn’t think much of it because I always had hives in the winter. Granted, these were different than the ones I was used to but still, not a surprise. But these wouldn’t go away. They would only get worse and spread. They can now cover my whole body on a really bad day, making me very miserable with their itchiness and heat. Another trip to the doctor was in order, again everyone pushed the responsibility far away from them and even the allergist is unwilling to help once again. After an allergy test revealed that my allergy to milk protein spread to dairy in general and has become one of my worst allergies, all the allergist said is to stay from dairy. Well, I have been and I still have hives. Once again, I feel left alone, isolated and I’m not sure how much longer I will be able to cope. Is it so wrong for me to want to live a normal life, do the things I enjoy?
It may sound like self-pity when I ask why me, yet considering that my sister has no health problems at all, it does feel unfair. Most of the time, I don’t let all this bother me, on those rare days when I don’t have any hives or the days when the hives aren’t that bad, I cope quite well. I don’t take antihistamines regularly because my allergies don’t bother me that much and they don’t work for the hives anyway. I haven’t used a steroid inhaler for asthma attacks in years because I don’t have them often enough to warrant their use. Overall, I seem to be doing okay, I may even get used to life without dairy, without many of my favorite foods. After all, I’m not the only one with this problem and other people are much worse off. I just need to vent and express my frustration every once in a while.
I don’t really know where they are coming from, there are several options but none have provided a solution yet. The allergist left me to my own devices, too, unwilling or unable to help me.
This is not new to me, however. I have battled allergies all my life, without the help from doctors. All they ever told me is to stay away from everything I’m allergic to. This resulted in a largely isolated life for me; I spent a lot of time alone. I grew up in the country, being allergic to everything that surrounded me, everything that everyone thought of as fun. My sister would go play in the hay, go horseback riding or feed cows. I wasn’t allowed to because of my allergies. I often tried to participate in these activities anyway, simply because I didn’t want to feel as left out as I often felt but the price I paid was high. Just a short time with the horses would lead to swollen, itchy eyes, a runny nose and inability to breathe. Plus it got me in trouble with my parents, who were worried but I don’t think they ever quite understood how important it was for me to fit in and do what others were doing, too.
The doctors proved to be less than helpful, too. I got an inhaler for the asthma attacks, which helped for a while, and their advice was to stay away from anything that causes an allergy attack, including carpet, curtains, and bed sheets, bedding, and stuffed animals. Absolutely no pets were allowed either. Well, I resisted those. I had stuffed animals; I did sleep in bed sheets, although the down comforter and pillow were replaced with hypo-allergenic ones. My room did have a carpet and curtains. My parents eventually even gave in and I got a dog and a cat. I spent a lot of time with my dog, we went for long walks and he was always there for me. To this day, I consider my dog my best friend and I was very sad when he died. I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself for not being there for him when he took his last breath.
For a few years everything was fine, until I started having problems walking. My knee would give out on me and I couldn’t lift my leg. Over time it got worse and worse, until I couldn’t even walk a quarter mile without problems. That’s when my mom really put her foot down and made me go to the doctor. Sure enough, my immune system dealt me another blow. I was diagnosed with an incurable disease, which causes my immune system to attack my nerve cells. Daily injections are supposed to help stop the progression. So far, this seems to be working, but I can no longer afford the injections because my health insurance took them off the list of covered medicines and moved them to the list of medicines that are only covered by co-pays because this medicine is so expensive.
Last year then, the latest blow was dealt to me when I started having the hives. At first I didn’t think much of it because I always had hives in the winter. Granted, these were different than the ones I was used to but still, not a surprise. But these wouldn’t go away. They would only get worse and spread. They can now cover my whole body on a really bad day, making me very miserable with their itchiness and heat. Another trip to the doctor was in order, again everyone pushed the responsibility far away from them and even the allergist is unwilling to help once again. After an allergy test revealed that my allergy to milk protein spread to dairy in general and has become one of my worst allergies, all the allergist said is to stay from dairy. Well, I have been and I still have hives. Once again, I feel left alone, isolated and I’m not sure how much longer I will be able to cope. Is it so wrong for me to want to live a normal life, do the things I enjoy?
It may sound like self-pity when I ask why me, yet considering that my sister has no health problems at all, it does feel unfair. Most of the time, I don’t let all this bother me, on those rare days when I don’t have any hives or the days when the hives aren’t that bad, I cope quite well. I don’t take antihistamines regularly because my allergies don’t bother me that much and they don’t work for the hives anyway. I haven’t used a steroid inhaler for asthma attacks in years because I don’t have them often enough to warrant their use. Overall, I seem to be doing okay, I may even get used to life without dairy, without many of my favorite foods. After all, I’m not the only one with this problem and other people are much worse off. I just need to vent and express my frustration every once in a while.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
World Aids Day
Well, if you look at the calendar, today is World Aids Day.
I don't quite remember when the word Aids made its way into my vocabulary, the first time it had an impact on my life was when Queen's Freddy Mercury announced he was HIV positive and had Aids. He died only one day later. I was 14 years old. I wouldn't say it changed my life but it certainly raised my awareness. I learned about the truths and myths and yet it seemed far too far away to ever concern me. Even as I got older, protection was largely optional, I trusted the people I chose to have sex with, my largest concern getting pregnant by some stupid mistake.
Never in my life would I have thought that all this could change, that this disease could enter my life. No, I am not HIV positive. I get tested regularly. The man I love, however, is positive. We do have to take certain precautions and life with the virus is sometimes much harder than it seems and yet, it could always be a lot worse. I'm hoping that everything will continue the way it is for a long time, always keeping in mind that things can change in an instant. This has changed me, the way I look at our relationship. I enjoy every minute we can spend together, knowing that neither one of us will know ahead of time when things start going bad. I don't think I will ever be prepared for that moment but I don't think anyone would be.
I'm very happy in this relationship, I think that's all I can ask for.
I don't quite remember when the word Aids made its way into my vocabulary, the first time it had an impact on my life was when Queen's Freddy Mercury announced he was HIV positive and had Aids. He died only one day later. I was 14 years old. I wouldn't say it changed my life but it certainly raised my awareness. I learned about the truths and myths and yet it seemed far too far away to ever concern me. Even as I got older, protection was largely optional, I trusted the people I chose to have sex with, my largest concern getting pregnant by some stupid mistake.
Never in my life would I have thought that all this could change, that this disease could enter my life. No, I am not HIV positive. I get tested regularly. The man I love, however, is positive. We do have to take certain precautions and life with the virus is sometimes much harder than it seems and yet, it could always be a lot worse. I'm hoping that everything will continue the way it is for a long time, always keeping in mind that things can change in an instant. This has changed me, the way I look at our relationship. I enjoy every minute we can spend together, knowing that neither one of us will know ahead of time when things start going bad. I don't think I will ever be prepared for that moment but I don't think anyone would be.
I'm very happy in this relationship, I think that's all I can ask for.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Who says looks ain't everything...
I got this email today and thought it was too good not to share...
Resimay
To hoom it mae cunsern
I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper.
I can Type realee quik wit one finggar and do sum a counting..
I think I am good on the phone and I no I am a pepole person,
Pepole really seam to respond
to me well. Certain men and all the ladies.
I no my spelling is not to good but fi nd that I Offen can get a job thru my persinalety.
My salerery is open so we can discus wat you want to pay me and wat you think that I am werth,
I can start emeditely. Thank you in advanse fore yore anser.
hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr.
Sinseerly,
BRYAN
PS : Because my resimay is a bit short - below is a pickture of me.
Employer's response:
Dear Bryan
It's OK honey, we've got spell check.
See you Monday.
Resimay
To hoom it mae cunsern
I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper.
I can Type realee quik wit one finggar and do sum a counting..
I think I am good on the phone and I no I am a pepole person,
Pepole really seam to respond
to me well. Certain men and all the ladies.
I no my spelling is not to good but fi nd that I Offen can get a job thru my persinalety.
My salerery is open so we can discus wat you want to pay me and wat you think that I am werth,
I can start emeditely. Thank you in advanse fore yore anser.
hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr.
Sinseerly,
BRYAN
PS : Because my resimay is a bit short - below is a pickture of me.
Employer's response:
Dear Bryan
It's OK honey, we've got spell check.
See you Monday.
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