I started on September 5th. As part of the initial recruitment I had to provide HR with a copy of my birth certificate.
The thing is I never had the large format birth certificate, I only had my wallet card, and that had been stolen when I was mugged back in ’96.
As I had absolutely no idea of where my mother was since I last spoke to her in 1992, I thought that I would call Richard up and see if he knew her birth date so I could apply for a new birth certificate.
Well, he was none too pleased to hear that I was working in a union position in a power plant in a hospital. It wasn’t so much the union, or the hospital. it’s that I couldn’t keep a job.
I worked for the Elashi family from 1994 until 1999. I worked for a small property management firm from 1999 until 2000. I worked at a second property management firm from 2000 until 2005. I stopped working for the property management firm on the Friday before the Monday I started at the hospital.
Richard also took the opportunity to remind me that I wasn’t the only one doing well, that Scott was working in a “cardboard box factory”.
I didn’t tell him how I had lost my birth certificate, just that I needed to know where he was born and what his birthdate was, and what my mother’s birthdate and place of birth was.
Yeah, I had no idea of how old my father was, and I had no idea of even what month he was born in. He just wasn’t into that shit when I was a kid. And I had no idea of where he had even been born.