My Struggle

My two main care attendants are arguing over who didn’t change me and who didn’t clean. This is funny when you think about it. They are acting like children. I told them so in front of a supervisor. Later I emailed them telling them I like and need both of them. They have to respect each other and work together. Another attendant believes there is no food in the apartment. I hear this every day. There is food here, but she wants me to order it online and buy $300 worth of food. I used to order food online during the pandemic but I didn’t get what I ordered, so I gave it up. I enjoy getting my own food. It reminds me of my grandfather who would go grocery shopping leaving a trail of tobacco behind him. You could always know when grandfather was in the store by the flakes of tobacco on the floor and particularly the bakery. Grandfather had a sweet tooth like me. I’m a bachelor living the life. What my attendants tend to forget is that I’m an author getting ready to dump my agent. She has two manuscripts and no marketing plan. I was promised a plan a week ago and nothing. This means that she isn’t interested. She is a liar. I’ve had it with her. The question is can I give up an agent? I’m thinking about it. Who didn’t clean or change me isn’t on my mind. I could care less. And I won’t ever go hungry. My staff needs to do their jobs and leave me alone. That won’t ever happen.