The last ghost

A few years ago, when I got to Santiago I looked for a job to combine work and education. I didn´t want to work in fast-food restaurants, Mc Donald´s, among others. I preferred to work independently, which would allow me a better division of time. 

In that time a friend that I met at university talked to me about a job that he had and as he knew I had the intention to work freely,  he offered me the ghost job of the old public transport, better known as the "Micros Amarillas". I found it very interesting. It consisted of  being a hidden passenger in the bus and detect if the drivers were doing illicit things like giving false tickets, cutting half of the tickets, or whether they were giving or not tickets to the students, among many other cases.

That was my first job, it was completely informal. A lady would hire us for a daily quantity of buses and my remuneration per hour was a little more than what the fast food restaurants give, so I didn't doubt in taking the job. That's how I knew a big part of Santiago, thanks to the various routes of the bus. Later on, the final day of work came. It was a 9th of February at night, it was almost the 10th day, and in a few hours the new type of transport the  'transantiago" was going to begin. I remember that I had long hair, I got off of a 311 bus and became the last ghost.