Things have not been silent in my mind for the past month yet my fingers have refrained from reaching for the keyboard for various existential reasons. However, today I was struck by yet another facet to the strange goings on where I work-a small business in a silly little town in not-so-golden California. Home of the 10% sales tax.
Today, I watched while the psycho co-worker I share my Mondays and Tuesdays with chatted up one of the bosses as is often the case. I often watch them as we wind our way through the day, clustering as a duo for 20 minutes at a time and it sure looks like some kind of fan club. Let's get matching hats shall we?
To an outsider, or maybe I should just say, to someone who is not part of the work "A" list, it looks to be that my co-worker is groomed for additional authority, special projects and of course, special consideration. From where I stand with my non-existent stature, it appears that no one else at work is privy to that tryst nor will I ever see what they see in one another save preference and devotion. Duh!
I always hoped that I would be able to "retire" after giving a Supervisor position a run past my own inner dialog about preference and fairness. I wanted to test myself to look deeper than all the people for whom I have worked that have seemed to fail the litmus test of fairness and equality in management. I have begun to feel that I shall not find a way in life to be the kind of Supervisor who instills greatness in those less fortunate. I wanted to be a part of others being recognized accurately and also to encourage with some authority behind that hope.
Alas, I am part of the grunt class and yet, I have eyes and I see so many things. For me, that kind of favoritism is the other "F" word.
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