Misunderstanding Autism
by Eventually, I would get put into some situations at work in which I was getting taken advantage of by the managers.
Eventually, I would get put into some situations at work in which I was getting taken advantage of by the managers. After working at a place for almost four to five years, you can get a pretty good understanding of how things work. I knew how to do everything in that store. I even closed many nights with a manager who was lazy and couldn’t do anything. He’d sit at a table in the dining room and smoke all night long.
He’d always drag me along into his office with him after closing and tell me that it was my job to do paperwork and all sorts of stuff that a manager should be doing, and I was told that if I didn’t do it he’d fire me and hire someone else.
Eventually, it would get to the point where the closing manager would just leave before everyone else was done closing their positions. They’d just leave and tell me to lock up as I left. At first I thought this was cool because I was getting the chance to act like I was someone who had a significant role in something, but after this was happening night after night, I quickly started to wonder what was going on.
I started to think, He’s leaving, and I’m staying to do his job that he’s still getting paid to do, and I’m not making the salary that he’s making to do his job for him. I thought that there was something wrong with this, but I never said anything to anyone because, again, I hated conflict, and I didn’t want to cause a huge scene.
That particular manager ended up being fired and I stayed on as a regular employee. Life became a little easier there for a while. I worked there and went to school at Indiana Wesleyan. I loved playing in the wind ensemble at school.
That particular manager ended up being fired and I stayed on as a regular employee. Life became a little easier there for a while. I worked there and went to school at Indiana Wesleyan. I loved playing in the wind ensemble at school.
Eventually, I found another girl who was in the wind ensemble at Indiana Wesleyan University whom I liked, and I started to try to talk to her. Talking to her was hard for me because she was so pretty and I was afraid she would hate me and ignore me too.
It was at about that time that the social networking site Facebook was coming on the scene for college students. At that point, it was a social networking site for college students only. Now, just a few short years later, it’s one of, if not the biggest, social networking Web site for anyone in the world. People of all ages, shapes, sizes, and colors can now join the site.
I was thinking that maybe it would be easier to talk to her on there, so I added her as my friend on Facebook and started sending her messages just asking her how her day was or what she was up to. I’d also send her random messages saying, “Have a good day.” I loved to be nice to a girl and show her that I cared about her. Unfortunately, it was a common thing in my life for girls not to like me and even hate me. At times, it felt like they hated me just because I was being so nice to them.
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