Corona Diaries: Anita's Experience

A Return to Happier Times

Finally, the time has come when people are happy again! The corona restrictions are being relaxed, and when you can virtually hear from friends, there's no more of that agonizing 'how much longer will this last,' but we are already looking forward and making plans for when we will meet and where we will go on vacation.

Currently, I am truly overjoyed, as a friend from another municipality, who is also a foodie, has finally come to visit. Before the state of emergency, we used to go to restaurants together, which we don't miss now, because we cook delicacies together at my place! I must say that during the quarantine period, almost all of us have honed our cooking skills, and now it is so much more joyful when we socialize and cook together!

An interesting fact is also that I know so many people, yet not a single one who has gotten sick with corona. Quite a few of us have been pondering the same thing. No one in my social network knows anyone who has fallen ill either. But let's leave the polemics aside, as that is not the purpose of this column, and let's return to how I survived this period myself.

Keeping a Healthy Mind

All along, I believed that everything would be fine, even though I found myself in a rather tricky situation at the beginning of the corona period. I clung to the proverb 'no soup is eaten as hot as it is cooked,' followed the measures nicely, and educated myself well about the virus – the most important factor for me in the whole situation was to maintain a healthy mind regardless of external circumstances and news in the media.

So I didn't worry about anything; what will be, will be. I believed in the ability and strength of my body to successfully overcome the virus. At the same time, I knew well that stress and worry negatively affect the immune system, and I would have fared much worse if I had caught corona. Of course, arranged social security is part of not getting too worked up, so you don't worry about how you will survive – whether you will have food, bills, and rent. I protected my elderly family members well, so we were only in contact by phone, and we brought food to my grandfather over the balcony.

A Stressful Start

The most stressful time for me was definitely the beginning of the corona period. I found myself in a truly unenviable situation. Namely, I had just rented a luxurious, expensive work apartment in my name. I rented it with the intention of both living and working in it. I chose one that was suitable for work, a bit nicer to appeal to clients, as such an apartment would be decidedly too expensive for just one person to live in. After the pandemic was declared, business, of course, dropped sharply. For a few days, my friend and I still worked together, asking clients if they were healthy, but there was so little work because people were scared that it was crystal clear to me that at this rate, with so few clients, I wouldn't have enough for rent and the maintenance costs of such an apartment. The contract with the landlady was also notarized – if I didn't have the money, the execution would go directly to my parents' address.

This caused me extreme stress and mental distress. How will I pay for the apartment and at the same time be careful not to get infected and not to transmit the virus to clients... Yes, a very tricky situation. And above all, uncertain. I knew I had to come up with a solution, as I wanted to get rid of the stress and uncertainty.

Taking Risks

The first solution, which I practiced for only two or three days, was when another colleague from the business (who strictly does not believe in this virus) convinced me that you can earn good money now – the number of calls for home visits increased, as people did not want to go out. We know that a home visit to an unknown client is significantly riskier than if they come to you, as you are going to an unknown territory. You don't know if only the one who called will be there or a few of his friends, you don't know if they will even have enough money or if they will only collect it when you arrive and everyone drunk and high will argue among themselves about who will give it... You don't know what to expect from them...

Now that there was a shortage of 'normal' client visits, at the suggestion of this colleague, I went with her on home visits – so we embarked on a riskier form of work to save my apartment. Hoping that we would be safer if we went two together, we set a condition on the phone that we could only come together and not individually. And exactly what I described above happened. You arrive sober among a pack of cokeheads who, after long arguments and deliberation, barely scrape together the money, then they are annoying because their dicks don't get hard, and you have to get them up for them while they are completely wasted... Then they are high and completely without feeling and roughly poke you with their nails in your pussy and ass, causing you suffering...

In short – a lot of nerves and risk went into hoping to save my apartment, avoid execution, and earn enough at the very beginning of the pandemic (when the virus was not yet so widespread) to survive in quarantine if the virus really spread in our little country.

The Breaking Point

But then I changed that plan to a different one – and this change was prompted by a specific event. An event where I realized that I must put both my physical and mental health first and that I must take a different path to save the apartment than being forced to work in a riskier way and tolerate clients I would never normally tolerate due to lack of work!

I had a psychopathic client. The warning bells started ringing for me very quickly, as he constantly tried to cross the boundaries I was unsuccessfully trying to maintain. From him not leaving when the time was up, but staying all evening and me not being able to get rid of him (he repeated this sentence many times, so I was afraid of how I would get rid of him at all), to biting me on the boobs several times so that I screamed through the whole hotel, and pushing my head down on his dick so I could barely breathe... In normal circumstances, of course, I would have politely dismissed such a terrible client, saved the number, and never accepted him again... but now I had in my head that I had to save my apartment and that I would try to endure something for it, in the sense of a few hours of suffering and I would be saved for a whole month of worries about the flat... I was so hot to him that he wanted extensions of the meeting... He offered me so much money that I would have the entire rent covered and be free of worries. I forced myself to endure it because of the circumstances. He didn't want to go to the ATM for the extensions, making excuses that he wasn't sober, but that he would transfer everything to me via online banking. He had previously introduced himself as a quasi-big entrepreneur, supposedly full of cash (which could have all been an act). I fell for him transferring the money for multiple extensions via online banking (I had no experience with this before and it looked very credible, I always watched his phone when he was transferring).

He almost damaged my throat. I moved away but he just grabbed my head and slammed his dick into my throat with all his might... Oh my, I'll endure this to save my flat (I also told him about my predicament and at the same time thanked him that with his payment I would solve my rent).

Then he came up with the idea that he would pay my rent every month and give me money so that I could quit the business and have sex only with him because he found me so hot. He forced me to accept this offer, while at the same time emphasizing that he was willing to do all this for me, of course, on the condition that, 'see that you always answer when I call you!' That sentence was downright psycho! That a psycho would pay my rent and try to have me on a string and put psychological pressure on me to jump whenever he feels like it! Yeah, right!! At that point, I could no longer be a 'politely kind professional'. I told him that I was really not interested in this offer, that I plan to continue earning my own money, to be free, that I don't need a sponsor. And that if I were to have sex with only one, it would be with someone I love, and that's not him, he's just a client.

I think I offended him very much with this rejection. What followed? The next day I went to the bank to check the transfers, hoping my apartment was saved (I had watched him make the transfers, after all). Shock! There were no transfers! The guy canceled everything! So I suffered with him for so many hours, was bitten, psychologically tormented, and full of bruises (from rough grips without feeling, he didn't beat me) – I went through all this for nothing, sacrificed myself and was with an idiotic client to save my flat. In addition, while I was in the shower, he stole what he had paid me at the beginning. Yes, my mistake for not hiding it better, in those moments of stress and pressure, I couldn't think of everything.

Plan B and Looking Forward

I was absolutely to blame for getting myself into a situation with a problematic client, where I realized in time that he was problematic, but continued the business anyway.

NO, I'M NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE, TO SAVE MY FLAT BY WORKING IN A WAY THAT DESTROYS MY PSYCHE, I'M NOT FORCED TO ACCEPT SUCH IDIOTS DUE TO LACK OF WORK! THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY – ONE THAT IS KIND TO MY BODY AND PSYCHE.

I later inquired and found out that such scams – where someone transfers money via online banking and then cancels the transfer – also happen massively in the internet sale of used clothes and shoes. You get a transfer confirmation, send the clothes, and the transfer is subsequently canceled and is nowhere to be found. It all looks very credible and practically anyone can fall for it until they learn the background of how online banking works.

After this experience, I made a plan B. I immediately stopped working and submitted a request to withdraw money from my funds for survival. I had originally intended this money for something really urgent, otherwise not to touch it... But this situation showed me that it was obviously urgent now.

So I took money out of the funds and then was happily in quarantine until the end. Without worrying about whether I would have enough for rent, bills, and food. Without worrying about getting infected and spreading the virus. And without worrying that due to lack of work, I would be forced to accept clients I normally wouldn't, destroying my psyche and risking my health and business reputation by working during an epidemic.

I got rid of my worries and happily survived the quarantine until the end – I rested well, cooked well, and was constantly in touch with friends and family. I wasn't bad at all. I took care of my spiritual growth, worked on projects for our union. As I see it, I developed a good tactic and strategy to survive this period. But before I came to a plan that was suitable for me, I had to stumble in the dark a few times, get duped, and also endure some things.

If one plan doesn't work well, you try another. Just keep your head up, maintain a healthy mind and faith that everything will be fine and that stress and psyching yourself out would only make the whole situation more difficult. I look forward to the new post-corona period and what surprises it will bring us. I believe they will be beautiful :) both in business and personally.