Breakout

he is sick of it. Just tired of being a gatekeeper.

Twenty-four hours a day to track activity. Do not close your eyes for a moment. Identify hazards before they occur. To warn his lords that danger was coming. Every week he would scan on his own initiative to make sure everything was in order. Then, when he asked him to extend the contract as a token of appreciation, the gentlemen ignored him and moved on to another.

Their mother's glass. You work for years. Giving your heart. Key skill and expertise and for what? The day before is not the day of tomorrow and all the knowledge that you have becomes relevant at least time. How much soul you invest. Some of the others are trying to make things difficult for you. Challenge you. And in the end, so much effort and barely a few shekels you see from it.

Twenty-something years he's been dealing with this shit. In fact, exactly 25 years. 25 years in which he identified thousands of different techniques to make a mess with those who kept them. From time to time he would read a newspaper about them. It turns out that they would make good money from burglaries. Now they acted in the format of Da'as - "We have what is most precious to you, give us all the money and (maybe) we will refund it to you." It is also enough for them to catch up to 4-5 good hacks a month to make a very nice cashier. On the other hand, it was necessary to grab more times only to float above the water, and not to mention all those who were "interested" in what he had to offer, try to try the product and then run away and move on to someone else.

In the early years he was offered cooperation. They told him that his advantage was that he had all the codes and he knew all the weak points, so instead of breaking into hard work, he would give them the codes and share the profits with them. His sense of loyalty always directed him against that slippery slope. The one in which one can not distinguish between good and evil and what is permitted and forbidden.

But what to do. At the end of adolescence. Work shit. Shit shit. The worst enemies make the best money. None of his employers really appreciate it. In terms of marriage, 25 years are given the flattering name "money". As if the passivity and patience of good work make it worthwhile. For him, after 25 years there was no money or shoes.

Pak It. he decided. I take down my defenses, keep all my secrets and go to the burglars.

You have to stop being anti. It's time to be a virus.