There is this chic who lives in the Mount Pleasant section of Washington, very bright, busy and attractive. She moved to Washington as a part of staff for a newly elected congressman from the Midwest few years ago and works in Capitol Hill. She usually calls our cab company around 1:am and goes to a well known bar in Georgetown. The word on the street is that there is some dude who hangs out at the bar and around the rest rooms at this bar/club she visits and supply his coke, crack and weed to his customers. She usually goes in and come out quick and make the cab wait for her to take her back home.
Most of the cabbies know that she is hooked on that shit and lately she is going down to that bar more frequently than before. I think she is trying and working beyond hard to advance her career and reputation in Capitol Hill, she is involved in too many projects than she can possibly handle, the help of narcotics is catching up with here and I can see that she is falling apart but unfortunately she doesn't know it yet and maybe she thinks she is ahead of the game. I can tell you as a person who is around homeless people all the time for many years, life stories I hear from most homeless people are pretty much alike, they start out as well functioning citizens in their own rights until their ill faithed encounter with drugs and become a victim when it runs it's course and takes over their lives to the point of no return.
And she reminds me of something that I read somewhere...
"When a man comes to Washington...It's because he wants something. And I know that as a rule he's not going to get it; that he will stay and try for another and won't get that; the same luck with the next and next, and keeps on till he strikes bottom, and is too poor and ashamed to go back... and at last his heart breaks and they take up a collection and burry him"
By Mark Twain from Colonel Sellers.
Please don't forget the homeless.
Mad Cabbie
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It's a shame you have to be a witness to that shit. I hope when she crashes (not IF) that somebody is around to catch her.
You are so right mad cabbie, I am working with a guy who is having the same problem and he could fall a part any moment. The sad thing is he thinks no one knows, it will be the end of his career when senior management finds out since we work with the federal government all the time, there is zero tolerance for drugs.
The modern workforce is so competitive we can no longer keep up with the Joneses in 40 hours a week, and that's a nerve-wracking, back-stabbing, back-breaking shift. I find myself embroiled in jealousy and gossip. I try to ignore it and just do my job. It's not easy for anyone. God watch over this girl and all those like her. Bless you Cabbie, hope it doesn't bring you down too much!
Peace and hugs,
Claire
Its a PSV licence holder who brings you home when you'r born, you also have to have a PSV licence to drive a hearse and I guess we fill in a lot in the middle too.
We should'nt forget the homeless we are all a lot closer than we think.Sickness, drugs or a couple of weeks without paychecks, so close... it does'nt take much and that person your feeling sorry for could be you or me.
That's messed up. I hope she sees what's going on and puts a stop to it.
I know people who've been eaten alive by their careers too, and it wasn't anywhere near the big Washington thing.
we see it all the time...right from the start of the tail spin, through the downward spiral, into the crash. Hopefully she realizes where she is heading and pulls herself out of it.
everybody gets to sink their own ship. take care, mad.
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