How To Wreck My Day...

But first:

To the man on the 102 bus this morning wearing the grubby work clothes:
Thank you for brushing the seat off before you got off the bus. That was very thoughtful to other riders. Hats off to you sir.

On to wrecking my day...


I came into work with a smile on this morning. I was actually grinning from ear to ear walking through the Path to get to work from the subway. I was feeling great; got lots of sleep and excited to start packing today when I get back to Dan's and I get to work and it's all over. I sit at my desk (which has been rearranged by my coworker who sits here when I leave) and I realize my chair is different. In fact, this is not my chair at all. Someone snagged it because they wanted it.

Now I do care about the chair (I have knee problems and I found a chair that doesn't hurt my knee too much) and I liked it. But under it all, it's not about the chair. It's about the level of respect I get here. At my other job I work as a dishwasher, make the same pay, and get more respect. Why should anyone respect me here when the general overall attitude toward me is 'she's just data entry part time. her job doesn't really matter'. Touching on a similar incident when I wasn't introduced by name to a new employee, but rather "this is data entry. We don't have much to do with them." The particular coworker doing the introduction didn't seem to think that my job is important and they still don't. It's ok.

But next time you think your chair needs upgrading, why don't you run into the president's office and switch his. It's not like his job is very important.

No?

Ya that's what I thought.