TO KILL THE GIANT, WEALTH AND MODERN DAY SLAVERY

Gated and Guarded, locked up behind secret walls of tall ficus privacy hedges are concrete castles lined with rococo gold flecked furnishings. If allowed to enter, layers of check points and rechecks are in place long before the unsuspecting future employee has set foot. Your deodorant is even known to whom you date. Armed guards patrolling the property are similar to the solider at a prison camp, pacing, watching, waiting for the precise moment to claim the rabid barney fife award. The house manager watches every step, every pick of dust that floats through the air lest the principle breathe it in. the housekeepers eagle eye is for the blanket to be slightly untucked or toliet paper not folded by 1/8 of an inch or cat litter not scooped precisely. Perfect, in an imperfect existence, among imperfect employees. The wealthiest of the wealthy’s lair is in secret. If you don’t know what lies behind those long winding driveways complete with multi car garages and people to race out to meet you, open the door, then you will never know slaveitutde, or servitude as we like to refere to it these days, political correctness in order, for the rich. From priceless artwork to cupboards hidden with man kinds latest geriatric formulas, the the lifestyle pill of the wealthy is poison for the normal domestic staff. Their privacy must be upheld at all times. Names, fortune masses to family get togethers are discussed secretly behind closed doors and layers of protection are in place so no one knows who they are out in public and sometimes even to the employee themselves. Private gatherings are very private. Surveillance cameras often hidden in every room are there to catch a someone doing something they are not supposed to be doing or taking that no no break are in force. The other watchdogs mainly corporate techie geeks for these high power profile executives are secretly tapping into their employees computers unbeknownst to the employee googling something at home. They want to see what kind of person works for them on a continual basis, their private lives, have they leaked the confidential information they were not supposed to leak? Your computer shuts you down from your webmail and you believe it is a computer glitch, a system default error or a hacker. Think again. It’s your boss. The people who are in servitude to them are in a type of indebtedness. They are in the Yas Massers, anything you want masser role. Slavery was never abolished according to what Lincoln believed, rather molded into modern times to fit and fill the need as it arose. It comes in the form of white slavery, african slavery, chinese and Flippino, Ukrainian servitude. From butler, nanny, chef, housekeeper, maid, landscaper, yard boy to estate manager, household manager, traveling companion, caregiver and caretaker are but a few of the names given to domestic staff, aka potential slave to name a few. The servitude that the employee is made to feel by the principles, even down to the manager, house manager, estate manager can be likened to a whip constantly being cracked at your back without the person knowing it but feeling the effect through stress carried on their shoulders for fear of loss of job if performance is not up to par. Mental games are played by the staff when confronted with someone of more worth and education, emerging onto the scene. The job of the person just became harder to cope with. From the darting questioning looks of the house manager to the accusations of where did your 2 hour shopping trip take you can be part of the end of the game strategy for your sudden retirement from this job. If the hours of doing this type of employment weren’t already long, even more is asked of the person if the person asking feels they can get away with it. Examples are coming in to do one thing your day off, being told that you might have to come in to scoop cat litter occasionally on weekends, if you “don’t mind.” Of course you don’t mind, anything to keep a new job in a bad economy. which leads to doing another thing, which leads to a whole day which leads into week after week of more and more asked of this individual. Then you find out your day off is non existent. That is when the individual is expendable. It happened when the word yes was said. Or the words, I don’t mind. The beggining of the end was created with those simple words. Then when the principle feels that even that is not enough to satiate their personal needs,or the person didn’t fix the best meal they could have, with a wave of the hand, the person is gone. No consideration for the individual who gave up their own life to take care of another’s. 25 years of total devotion was waved away one day when the tax man came and said, you could save around 10,000.00 a year if you hired locally. For a billionaire, 10,000 is a lot of money not to be squandered. It is a couple of suits for the next board meeting, gas for their private jet for a night out or a diamond collar for the cat. Never mind the housekeepers total lack of concern for her own family, but when the job called her, she was there. Now, a 20 something year old with no experience replaces 25 years of devoted commitment. Lest it be known, or heard of the saying of Good Karma does beget Good Karma. “What goes around comes around.” Onto the next one that can be used up and spit out, a bad reference in place to go with the kick in the rear. That employer does not see the employee as a person anymore rather, a means to an end. Use them for what they can give and let them go. This happened to me many times in private yachting as well as on land for the private estates. Especially one couple, where I let them dictate my outcome, rather than owning my own power and saying to them, no, I won’t come in on weekends and scoop cat litter and then fix dinner simply because I am there on my day off. Nice guy gets walked all over on. That nice guy was me. What protection is in place for the little person in all of this? None. Labor laws in Florida are non existent when it relates to domestic staff. I am hoping to change that. Too many a good reputation is lost upon the will of someone overindulged. Gated and Guarded, locked up behind secret walls of tall ficus privacy hedges are concrete castles lined with rococo gold flecked furnishings. If allowed to enter, layers of check points and rechecks are in place long before the unsuspecting future employee has set foot. Your deodorant is even known to whom you date. Armed guards patrolling the property are similar to the solider at a prison camp, pacing, watching, waiting for the precise moment to claim the rabid barney fife award. The house manager watches every step, every pick of dust that floats through the air lest the principle breathe it in. the housekeepers eagle eye is for the blanket to be slightly untucked or toliet paper not folded by 1/8 of an inch or cat litter not scooped precisely. Perfect, in an imperfect existence, among imperfect employees. The wealthiest of the wealthy’s lair is in secret. If you don’t know what lies behind those long winding driveways complete with multi car garages and people to race out to meet you, open the door, then you will never know slaveitutde, or servitude as we like to refere to it these days, political correctness in order, for the rich. From priceless artwork to cupboards hidden with man kinds latest geriatric formulas, the the lifestyle pill of the wealthy is poison for the normal domestic staff. Their privacy must be upheld at all times. Names, fortune masses to family get togethers are discussed secretly behind closed doors and layers of protection are in place so no one knows who they are out in public and sometimes even to the employee themselves. Private gatherings are very private. Surveillance cameras often hidden in every room are there to catch a someone doing something they are not supposed to be doing or taking that no no break are in force. The other watchdogs mainly corporate techie geeks for these high power profile executives are secretly tapping into their employees computers unbeknownst to the employee googling something at home. They want to see what kind of person works for them on a continual basis, their private lives, have they leaked the confidential information they were not supposed to leak? Your computer shuts you down from your webmail and you believe it is a computer glitch, a system default error or a hacker. Think again. It’s your boss. The people who are in servitude to them are in a type of indebtedness. They are in the Yas Massers, anything you want masser role. Slavery was never abolished according to what Lincoln believed, rather molded into modern times to fit and fill the need as it arose. It comes in the form of white slavery, african slavery, chinese and Flippino, Ukrainian servitude. From butler, nanny, chef, housekeeper, maid, landscaper, yard boy to estate manager, household manager, traveling companion, caregiver and caretaker are but a few of the names given to domestic staff, aka potential slave to name a few. The servitude that the employee is made to feel by the principles, even down to the manager, house manager, estate manager can be likened to a whip constantly being cracked at your back without the person knowing it but feeling the effect through stress carried on their shoulders for fear of loss of job if performance is not up to par. Mental games are played by the staff when confronted with someone of more worth and education, emerging onto the scene. The job of the person just became harder to cope with. From the darting questioning looks of the house manager to the accusations of where did your 2 hour shopping trip take you can be part of the end of the game strategy for your sudden retirement from this job. If the hours of doing this type of employment weren’t already long, even more is asked of the person if the person asking feels they can get away with it. Examples are coming in to do one thing your day off, being told that you might have to come in to scoop cat litter occasionally on weekends, if you “don’t mind.” Of course you don’t mind, anything to keep a new job in a bad economy. which leads to doing another thing, which leads to a whole day which leads into week after week of more and more asked of this individual. Then you find out your day off is non existent. That is when the individual is expendable. It happened when the word yes was said. Or the words, I don’t mind. The beggining of the end was created with those simple words. Then when the principle feels that even that is not enough to satiate their personal needs,or the person didn’t fix the best meal they could have, with a wave of the hand, the person is gone. No consideration for the individual who gave up their own life to take care of another’s. 25 years of total devotion was waved away one day when the tax man came and said, you could save around 10,000.00 a year if you hired locally. For a billionaire, 10,000 is a lot of money not to be squandered. It is a couple of suits for the next board meeting, gas for their private jet for a night out or a diamond collar for the cat. Never mind the housekeepers total lack of concern for her own family, but when the job called her, she was there. Now, a 20 something year old with no experience replaces 25 years of devoted commitment. Lest it be known, or heard of the saying of Good Karma does beget Good Karma. “What goes around comes around.” Onto the next one that can be used up and spit out, a bad reference in place to go with the kick in the rear. That employer does not see the employee as a person anymore rather, a means to an end. Use them for what they can give and let them go. This happened to me many times in private yachting as well as on land for the private estates. Especially one couple, where I let them dictate my outcome, rather than owning my own power and saying to them, no, I won’t come in on weekends and scoop cat litter and then fix dinner simply because I am there on my day off. Nice guy gets walked all over on. That nice guy was me. What protection is in place for the little person in all of this? None. Labor laws in Florida are non existent when it relates to domestic staff. I am hoping to change that. Too many a good reputation is lost upon the will of someone overindulged.

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