(This is an edit of the post I made yesterday that got removed.)
I know this is long but I feel like I have to get all of this off my chest and type it out to truly comprehend it. This is more like a confession to me as only a close friend that was a co-worker at the business knows about this.
Backstory: I was born and grew up in Thailand in a medium-class family and migrated to Australia as a teen.
In my younger teen years I was lucky enough not to have needed a job but at age 18 my parents were starting to get annoyed with me and I started looking for a job in my neighbourhood. I wanted something easy and that I could do part time while I studied at university. After a fortnight of waiting for replies to my applications I’d sent by email, my dad told me that he’d spoken with a relative who’s massage parlour business was desperately understaffed and needed someone ASAP who could cover the weekend night shifts. He told me a training shift had already been setup later this week, and although annoyed he didn’t even ask me if I wanted to work there or not, I agreed to start working there.