Some weeks ago, I quit doing masonry. Between the disregard for masks, misgendering, verbal abuse, and one instance of getting grabbed by the neck, I didn't feel safe. I've probably complained here before about that job, but this year it finally got worse than the pay's worth.
Last week, I started work as a visiting paraeducator - substitute teacher's assistant, in deprecated terms. One teacher commented that it comes naturally to me. I wouldn't mind making a career out of this.
I have also been constructing a wood overhang with my parents in their yard. It has the same issues as masonry, but no physical confrontations yet. The project won't last long enough to wear me down entirely. Staining the wood has been the most enjoyable part of the project; I get to do it alone while listening to punk and riot bands on my phone, and there's no loud machinery to hurt my ears.
Being paid isn't important to me. I'm not sure accomplishment is too powerful a motivator either. I just like feeling safe while I work. I'm praying that you're safe too.
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