I am a servant; nothing more, nothing less. I work for the sake of my family, so they can have a decent lifestyle even though it comes at a cost of bits of my ego. My aristocratic master is bossy, ill-mannered, and most of all arrogant. I cannot speak of these things aloud because of my slight pickings of work available, seeing as I am unskilled. I am mostly an errand boy, coming and going on small jobs that my master entails on pieces of parchment even though he knows I can’t read very well. What a prick. I can pick out some words like “patisserie” and other shop names, but more complicated words such as “ce qui concerne” trip me up from time to time. Some days I send letters and invitations to important guests of my master’s lavish
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He does go on extended trips for his job, which is supposedly important and governmentally elite. I have had yet to learn how important he actually is because it is definitely not my place to ask. I was hired to help, not to question. When he returns, he turns to wine. I serve it to him while he displays a less dignified version of himself while complaining of the immorality Paris has succumbed to. I listen. I don’t dare to speak back even though the real immorality of this city comes in the form of government officials. Prostitutes and infidelity run throughout this house, especially in the form of maids. The oldest son, one of 19 years of age, doesn’t come back very often and it is only on business. We lose at least 3 maids each time he makes the trip here. Of course, unskilled workers also have the fair share of infidelity and other immoralities, but that is only because we are not smart about how we go about it. We don’t have status. We get caught. This is a house of secrets masqueraded as an elite paradise of wealth and opportunity. This is the lifestyle that I have been sucked into. I am a variety of things to this house: immoral, classless, useful, but this is what makes me in and outside of this lifestyle. I am a
He does go on extended trips for his job, which is supposedly important and governmentally elite. I have had yet to learn how important he actually is because it is definitely not my place to ask. I was hired to help, not to question. When he returns, he turns to wine. I serve it to him while he displays a less dignified version of himself while complaining of the immorality Paris has succumbed to. I listen. I don’t dare to speak back even though the real immorality of this city comes in the form of government officials. Prostitutes and infidelity run throughout this house, especially in the form of maids. The oldest son, one of 19 years of age, doesn’t come back very often and it is only on business. We lose at least 3 maids each time he makes the trip here. Of course, unskilled workers also have the fair share of infidelity and other immoralities, but that is only because we are not smart about how we go about it. We don’t have status. We get caught. This is a house of secrets masqueraded as an elite paradise of wealth and opportunity. This is the lifestyle that I have been sucked into. I am a variety of things to this house: immoral, classless, useful, but this is what makes me in and outside of this lifestyle. I am a