Time away

I left SRF, being an au-pari for some time, I feelt that the situation was maintained by me, being there. If I was not there, they would have to solve the situation in the family I worked for in a better way. Well they did not, because rev. Bill was a dum person and his women on his side where dummer. Instead of solving familyproblems that they had created they did throw rev. Linda out with her children, on the street. Wounderful!, they had destroyed her marriage, taken her house, taken one of her chilren away and left her with two chilren and they did not provide a job for her after finishing her yearclass that made her able to support two children living in a small cottage in the area that the SRF owned. I wounder how to they think? Do they think?
As they ran churchservice they should be able to help out paying rent even for that small unrenovated apartment on the back of the mainboulding where we lived. But no. Where did all the money go? From start they had a big villa with a pool in Marin.

Ok, so I went away to work in the city. First I worked in the Swedish bakery wich was nice but not well paid, then I got a new job and took my chanses. The new job was far up on Market street close to Castro, it was in a Danish delikatessen. I liked the place at first, they had real food. So I worked there for some time, but then I think I had a nervous breakdown. I had worked for years without vacation, but I dont think it was that. The owner was an older man who once came over from Denmark. He was nasty and sour. I remeber I had to work as hard as I could for 8 hours every day, but I thought, it was just for eight hours, and I got food, and some pay, so it was fine. We would peel potatis to be boiled in a big big pot. The potatoes had to be pealed fast, and one had to be careful not to peal ones fingernails off. Once I said now it is full, the man came and shouted -it is not full! I said ok, but I cannot put more in that pot. He then put his shoe in the potatoes and pressed them down and said there is more space. Then later he sold potatoes that he had put his dirty shoe in. One day, when cleaning under all tables in the kitchen a dead rat came out too, the man just took it in with his fingers. The man was disqusting, one day I saw that he keept a revolver in his cash register. Another day a black man came in to get lunch, he asked what kind of food they served, but the man just said, we dont serve anything that you would like! I could almost not belive my ears. Anyway shortly after that I stated to make misstakes, I boiled over the coffe, so there was coffe running down on the floor and some other misstakes. I think that I started to become afraid of him, because I saw him as a mad person with a revolver. Then when a new girl started to work for us, I had to leave. The new girl was danish too, like the boss, and she was twice my size and twice as strong, she too had a sour personallity.
I was not sad to leave, I was finised, mabye my nervous system cannot take people behaving badly. Not so long after this I went back to SRF to take classes, this is when rev. Bill started to shout and behave badly towards me too, and I did not know why. Rev. Bill would accuse me of a lot of things that where out of my control, but made me look guilty in front of everyone else.