The following two paragraphs are from the previous post, “Quick to Forgive Unconditionally,” and are an intro to this post (Note: Image on right found next to link => PACKAGES — SNAP STATION):
Recently, my husband was going to drop by some dinner from a local Thai restaurant since I was pulling a late night shift followed by an unusual morning shift because I switched a shift with a coworker.
This was due to a stranger—whom an older female member of the athletic club/spa had very briefly told me about (that she told this Korean woman about me since I’m also half Korean)—approaching me recently, and asking for help with her younger son’s pre-wedding event this past Friday evening/night and wedding day this past Saturday.
She said in a sad tone that she normally wouldn’t ask a stranger, but she was desperate, and my heart went out to her; and after talking to my Supervisor, I agreed to help her mostly as an interpreter—as she requested since she said her English wasn’t that good—with a few miscellaneous things like set up and helping to watch a few of her grandchildren if they acted up (her oldest son’s kids).
After I agreed to help her, she asked me what rate I charge, and I told her that I didn’t know since I had never done anything like this before. Note: I’ve never had my own wedding for my first and current marriage, and I’ve never been to one before
She then stated that she would take care of me; however, she told me after I helped out at the wedding reception (day 2 of 2) that she’ll pay me later.
I went out of my way to help her several extra hours per day despite my full-time job in Sedona, and commuting from Flagstaff.
Plus, I don’t think her not paying me has to do with not having the money since her and her husband have successful careers, and I found out at the wedding reception (located at her house), that her and her husband live in a million dollar house surrounded by the stunning red rocks of Sedona.
I trusted her, and though I fully opened my heart to her initially, soon afterwards, I discovered some unsavory truths about her ways just within two days—being:
- Deceptive: Requesting for help under the pre-tense of being desperate, inexperienced, and helpless—as my husband observed and became angry about, and didn’t want me to go back the second day (the wedding day) to help her
- Not transparent with most of the details of the events (which I later found out why): She knew exactly what she wanted to use me for—cheap labor/personal assistant whom she could comfortably boss around in Korean—but she didn’t want to share that information because I may have declined to help
- Straight up lying: Saying that she had never done such an event before, so she wasn’t able to tell me the details; but I found out from her oldest son’s Caucasian wife that ____ had done the exact same wedding for them.
- Unappreciative: At the pre-wedding event, I arrived 20 minutes early—though two girls didn’t show up, to include my former coworker (who said she did inform____, though ____ denied receiving a message)—and she impatiently suggested that I get to work (the first time I thought about walking out)
- Insensitive and uncaring: While everyone was eating their pre-wedding buffet dinner, I chose to stay in the kitchen and do dishes and some cleaning so that it wouldn’t be awkward when my stomach growled again while being around that area; after I was done, I entered the dining area to see if there was anything I could help with, and ____ impatiently waved to me to come to her, and she said in an irritated manner that her three grandchildren could be watched while they were eating (the second time I thought about walking out), though they were perfectly fine stuffing their faces and being very spoiled (though they looked like adorable, precious moments dolls and had their lovable moments). At least her husband stopped by the kitchen later in the evening, and gently said, “While we’re taking pictures, make sure you get some food.” I thanked him and told him that I was fine; but I appreciated his thoughtfulness.
- Manipulative: Using the cultural likeness to convince me to help a fellow Korean. At the pre-wedding, she hinted with a fake smile that unlike some Americans who don’t know how to take initiative, she was glad that I knew better. Also, at the wedding reception (the second day), she told me she had to use the bathroom, so I offered to help her there since she said she hurt her leg three days before the wedding. She replied that she was fine while limping to the home elevator. She wanted me to follow her so that she could show me something. When we arrived to one of her living rooms, she asked that I organize it since her leg hurts. She then asked if I could move two, large, fancy chairs while adding, “IF you’re strong enough.” If I could relive that scene, I would simply walk out of the room.
- Controlling: Another reason why she didn’t want to share the details of both events was so that I could be her puppet whenever she felt the need to pull the strings.
- Being a drama queen: At the pre-wedding event—where I first found out that she had hurt her leg two days prior, and then someone ran a cart into the same area that day—I noticed something amusing about her. While she was in the kitchen area for about 40 minutes or so, and whenever someone entered the kitchen (especially her two sons), she would dramatically shout, “OH my leg!!” as though she was dying. Her leg was apparently not severe enough to go to the hospitable, but she was in a wheelchair the day of the wedding. An elderly lady (her sister-in-law), who was initially distant towards me, warmed up towards the middle of the pre-wedding event, and even helped me out with a few of the various odd tasks that ___ had me doing for both events—food set up, dishes (multiple times), waiting tables for dirty plates, cups and napkins; taking out trash (multiple times), comforting, watching, and playing with four little children (to include ____’s three grandchildren), partially participating in the pre-wedding ceremony by pouring “traditional” drinks, cleaning the kitchen, bagging or wrapping leftovers, organizing one of her living rooms, watering her outdoor plants, transferring her indoor plants, moving furniture, and being at her beck and call for random things. Toward the end of the wedding reception, this elderly lady whispered to me, “Must be nice to not be able to move and help out,” followed by a wink. I knew she was implying that ____ was more than likely faking her leg injury, or at least exaggerating her pain. This explains why her husband just looked at her in a disappointing manner, and then walked out of the smaller living room without saying a word, when she asked him if she could bring the wheelchair into the house in a whiny tone. Granted, I had the opportunity to witness her sons embrace her drama queen ways with unconditional love; their smiling facial expressions revealed that they were very aware of her exaggeration, but they played along so gracefully.
- Not keeping her word: Promising that she’ll “take care of me” and then telling me that she’ll pay me later when I was done with all the work.
Surprisingly, amidst the so-called darkness, there were certain mind and heart expanding moments due to the very kind bride (a Caucasian lady who thanked me and said with teary eyes that I was amazing), nice groom (who asked me when we were briefly alone in the kitchen how exactly his mother found me; but I didn’t have the heart to tell him how she deceived me), loving bride’s mother (who’s facial expressions, at times, seemed to reveal her annoyance of K.P), and a few other thoughtful people who thanked me several times; they were the only reason I didn’t walk out a few times on both days.
In addition, when ____ sent me a text the day after I agreed to help her, the address of the pre-wedding event was the following:
333 Schnebly Hill Rd, Sedona, AZ 86336, which is the Sedona Creative Life Center
As I’ve shared throughout this blog, 333 is one of the number synchronicities that I often experience seeing, and that it reminds me of the presence of the Ancient, Ascended Masters within and without.
Lately, I’ve been noticing 333 at work on a daily basis, and to be honest, though a part of me is always grateful to be reminded of their loving presence and powerful support, guidance, assistance, wisdom, and other gifts, another part of me somewhat dreaded seeing this number sequence.
Because I’ve noticed this past month that whenever I notice 333, I soon experience something very challenging to overcome involving shadow work—learning to unconditionally embrace and integrate some “negative” aspect(s) into whole self which have their Divine purpose, though it’s not meant to take over the whole ship/self in an out of control manner.
____ sent me a text to call her this past Sunday (my first day off) , and I didn’t reply to her message because I didn’t care to deal with her anymore, along with any other BS that came out of her mouth.
I cried a lot this past Saturday night—after returning home from a day of helping out with the wedding and reception, and then working a night shift—as well as Sunday morning, and I slept for over 12 hours.
The next day (Monday/yesterday), I basically replied to ____ that I was so exhausted on all energetic levels—physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually—that I didn’t feel like calling and talking, and that her or her husband could drop off my pay at my work. I ended the message with, “Take care.”
I intend to unconditionally love self more, which includes respecting self more, having healthier and stronger boundaries, and making an improvement when it comes to following my intuition; and so it is.
I also intend to create an update post titled something to the effect, “Farewell Old and Outdated Beliefs of Being Lower Class and Not Being Rich and Wealthy Within.”
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