A lovely moment with two of my favorite fellow Digitals (that is their department) once again exemplifies all I know and reinforces what I’m starting to believe: stay within the construct and turn into cement. Stretch, turn and circumvent? Escape is inevitable. If, not when, kiddies.
Baldo is getting a new assistant. Speculation as to her race ensued in our laughing,diversified ‘who-cares-this-is-NY’ kind of way. I say she’s black, the others were not so sure. At any rate, I mentioned how much fun it would be to finally meet Al Sharpton should this woman sic him on Baldo, and then the discussion turned to how long this person would last under Baldo’s Evil Reign. I say a few months, they said if it’s about money? As long as the bills get paid. From there, the convo turned to my job hunt and others we know that have left.
One particular person whose last day was this past Friday, actually left FOR LESS MONEY. That’s how bad it is here. Leaving to take a cut in pay? You’ve got to be pretty miserable. I countered with leaving AT the pay rate you’ve already got with the caveat that you can earn more at a better company in a shorter time.
For which one of the Digitals states, “But they’re seeing ‘Administrative Assistant’ on the resume. What are they going to give you?”
I BALKED as my jaw hit the floor. This is the person who is constantly complaining she has nothing, but is too afraid to do anything about it. To which I hammered out…
“THAT’S why you’re going to die back there [as I pointed to her desk] with nothing. Nice attitude!”
The other Digital slunk away quietly, unable to handle my tirade.
Like I should quit? Like I should give up? Like I deserve to get smacked in the head, kicked in the teeth, and used on the cheap? OH, I THINK NOT. Call me what you want, kiddies, but when I start something, I finish it. I might discard the person who proves to be obstinate, but NOT the idea, the absolute center of what I was trying to accomplish in the first place. That’s where my little friend has failed miserably: she believes she is worth nothing. This also explains all the problems in her life, of which there are many. I find it amusing how she has taken my commentary as proof of some supposed purpose-driving lack in her own. “You know stuff,” she says to me.
Yes, because I chose to see that the world I’m in couldn’t possibly be the only one. I also know the more I learn, the less I know. Oh, ye of little faith.
Breathe, exist, believe. Fight till you can’t move anymore. It’s the only way.
I ain’t giving up. And people like this certainly won’t stop me.
But what a sad way to think, isn’t it?
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