My Job

Last night I was at a wedding and someone asked me what I am doing now for work. I answered him that I am back working security. Now I live in Israel and me and most of my friends served in the IDF in this one infantry unit. So working security for us is all ways a sure way to make a decent living and pay the bills. The thing that is different about my current security job is that I actually work for a Palestinian contractor who builds Jewish homes in the west bank towns. Now the reason that this is interesting is because it’s a military law that creates the need for my kind of a job. The Law says that any Palestinian working in the west bank towns needs to have an armed escort. The reason for this is that in the past there has been numerous cases where a Palestinian worker, in some cases that had been working for the same Jewish person for ten years and even more, that one day decided to go jihad and kill his boss in the name of Allah. So what I do is I pick these workers up at the entrance to the town. I wand them down and check their bags. Then I sit by the construction site in my little shade hut that I made out of a cardboard box. Some rebar and a old table I found in the trash. It’s a good job. The pay is good and I get to write this blog.