F.E.S.S.

Log Entry, January 2, 2020: 

I am sipping on a cup of coffee waiting for Kyle, my best friend. Kyle is a hacker for a good cause ( he hacks scammers PCs and return the victim money). Our meeting was totally unexpected. I was searching for hackers and he was searching for scammers. I created a fake website that supposedly stored one's bank details, hoping some hacker would try and break in but Kyle, on the other hand, hacked my website to warn those who had given details (as he knew that my website was fake). It took a lot of clarification before we got over our misunderstanding but that just made us closer and soon enough we became best friends.

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Kyle and I (realizing that we were from the same state) would meet each other once in a while, usually at a café or restaurant and this was one such meeting. As I was waiting, Kyle came through the door and sat in front of me.  I was apologizing for coming late.

 

Usually, our chat doesn't have a specific topic, they just seem to start from nowhere and tend to end nowhere. This time Kyle started about his work ( his day time software job, which apparently was the reason for him to come late). He complained about how tiring it is and also how he has to complete work on a daily basis with almost no days off, all thanks to an agreement with the company he had signed when he first joined. To many, this might seem like a normal conversation between two working men but to me, it brought back a really depressing memory.

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Everyone knows that money is important to survive in this vast world of humans, including me when I had passed out from University. I needed a job, but no one seemed to hire a random person with absolutely no work experience. I on the other hand was stubborn to select a software or tech-related job.

 

After months of searching I finally got a job as an advocate for a software firm (see the bright side, at least I'm working for a software firm). Even though I was not a qualified lawyer I had a large database of legal knowledge.  As well I had a huge advantage, my photographic memory. I knew every law, every rule, every right. This made me good enough to take on even the most experienced lawyers.

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My job seemed pretty good. The first few months went pretty well. I won case after case and also received a decent salary, I felt I had made the right choice working with this company until.....they started going on the wrong path. They started giving false promises and cheating their customers.   The software, well lets just day it was more than likely reject from Hackers.  When unhappy clients a case against the company, I would fight and win it. This was not right, I felt no better than the viruses and Trojans from the dark web. So I decided to speak to my manager.

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As I spoke with my manager I was hoping for a good outcome, he showed me the agreement paper. I realized that it was no use of expressing myself.  This went on for a few weeks and I started feeling miserable as I could not even quit my job (thanks to that agreement). Just as I lost all hopes, an idea struck my mind. Nowhere on the agreement was it mentioned that I couldn't lose a case. Even though losing cases would make my profile worse, I had decided to leave practicing law and return to the hero we all know I am. 

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I started my plan. I was now losing case after case. Just as expected my manager called me and showed me the papers, that's when I replied that there was nowhere mentioned that I can't lose a case. The manager knew that I would not stop and finally my wish came true, he fired me. 

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With the money I saved.  I read somewhere that saving was important.   Just a little note to save for all of you readers.  Funny me.   Well after being fired I bought myself a neat technical lab and started a software development and testing company.  I'm happy to say that it pays me more and I now do what is best for everyone as life has many changes and we all deserve to be treated fairly.