robertryan

Recently, I packed up and moved my western behind to the big city. Here I am, in New York, working a low paying job and struggling to survive. The problem is that I’m a writer stuck in a world where no one notices you until you’ve established a name. How do you establish a name? Apparently, by getting down on two knees and leaning into someone lap.  I’m not interested in getting ahead by… you get the point. I recently looked into becoming a personal assistant. It never occurred to me that I might want to find out if the employer was gay or not. I myself am gay, and decent looking (no super model), but I didn’t think this would be a factor in my job hunting process. I received an offer for an interview and potential trial run, with one small stipulation. I just had to hook up with the boss and I had the job. It turns out that you need no skills to get a job, just a mouth like hover.  I can’t say that it wasn’t tempting, for about 3 seconds. Amazing enough as it is, I was compelled by my rapidly vanishing moral fiber to decline the offer. Degrading myself may get me a job, but what if someone were to ask how I got it? How would I go into work each day facing a person that had used me, and probably would continue to do so until they were finished? There is also the possibility that I would be fired if someone more appealing were to come along. For now I’m still trapped in my retail hell, but at least I can still look into the mirror.  Robert Ryan 

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