Jumping on the wagon
A.K.A submitting my own opening paragraph of a story for jugment. The following bit was originally written in Hebrew (which is not my first language) and now I had translated it to English (which is not my first language either). So please point out anything that may need correcting and don't try to spare my feelings, I like brutal critisism.
Many friends and relatives wonder about my choice of profession. Wonder in the best case, and sneer behind my back in the worst. My grandmother never misses a chance to begin a monolog about how "the young just don't appreciate how easy they have got it. In my time you couldn't just put an ad in the paper. We had to hide and how the hell can you find customers and earn a living when you're supposed to hide your profession from everybody? And neither we had all those Chinese shops located just a car trip away, so we couldn't just stock up enough ingredients for a year. Let me see you trying to chase lizards for days and then dismembering the little bastards with your own hands, or growing mandrakes in your garden, all the while hoping that the neighbors won't notice and tattle to the inquisition. For this whole generations burned at the stake, so that an ungrateful brat like you would leave the family business to become a manicurist? Truly, today's youth is shameless".