One of the reasons I started living in my van is, I don’t like working with jerks. I was getting stuck in offices with ’em, 8 hours a day for so-so pay. The pay was low enough that I would have needed to work a second job so I could have normal stuff like insurances, clothes, healthcare and so on. What a slave life!
Sleeping in the van means I’m not desperate for money most of the time and I don’t have to work for people who treat me like crap. I fired one such client a year or so ago. I’m ready to fire another one.
She wants me to stay at her house, watch her dog, but not be human. She doesn’t want me to take a shower there and she’d really prefer I don’t cook. When I interviewed her she said she envisioned someone sitting there knitting the whole time. Knitting. She bitches about every little thing. I’m afraid to MOVE for fear I will sully something.
I’m going to lay it on the line for her very soon. I’m going to ask her if she thinks we are a “good fit”. If not, she can find a robot or something to take care of her job.