Remembering how bad it is to Work

Hi, I am the Jive Bunny and I am an Artist, but I have had to work at so many different jobs to survive and I even dream about how frustrating it can be to work in a place where nobody knows what they are doing. I still want to work at the age of 66 but I know I would have a hard time in the workplace because of all my past jobs. I was given the job to sell gold and silver last night in my dream and I spent the whole night waiting to be trained, and in the very end I missed the training.

My supervisor from the Thomson Gallery always haunts me in my dreams. Bill Stephens would be 76 now and when we started the Thomson Gallery in September 1989, he was my supervisor because of my age he made me his assistant. I guess it was sexual harassment that he would watch me on the CTV monitor and make the comment that I had a lovely profile. Or replay the tapes to watch my son and ex husband entering the gallery when it first opened. The Me Too age had not started back then
and bosses could do whatever they wanted. I could not fight the fact that I loved working for that gallery and it was the best job I had besides selling gold and silver for Deak Pereria in the 70's and early 80's. What can I say I worked for 8 years with this awful man and finally when Kenneth Thomson sold the Hudson's Bay Company in 1997, I was let go. I did sue the Bay for wrongful dismissal and finally received a severance pay, but Kenneth's Thomson's secretary later sued him for millions because she worked in hazardous conditions with his collection on the 19th floor of the Thomson Building on Queen Street, claiming she was always sick because of the collection that is now housed in the Art Gallery of Ontario. There was a haylon tank in the gallery that would have released a gas if the gallery was under threat of fire, but there was a flood in January 22, 1994 in the gallery when the pipe burst in the 19th century gallery window and water poured out onto Bay Street.
I was called by security and with my son I stayed in that gallery all night while the pipes were fixed and I was given a commendation from the HBC CEO and Kenneth Thomson. I was so dedicated to that collection. When I was let go in 1997 it broke my heart. It just proves nothing lasts forever but the Thomson collection hopefully will at the Art Gallery of Ontario. Kenneth Thomson was a delight to know and work for he was the richest man in the world with a generous heart but very frugal with money. He passed away at his office in 2006 at the age of 83 still working at a job he loved.

I went on to work at various jobs mostly call centers, and retired when I was told I had cancer in 2015, and now at the age of 65 I have breast cancer...so my working days are over.

My job is trying to help others cope with their problems and this way I help myself. The money sucks on OAS and CPP and rent takes most of my money. In the meantime I will write about my dreams and my hopes like a good Jive Bunny would.

Sweet Dreams!