i love my job... i love my job... i love my job...
do you know what a loser i feel like carrying the coffee pot down the hallway and having all of the men in suits looking at me with the well, clearly she's a secretary look in their eyes? and i want to scream: but i'm not! i'm a truly intelligent person! i can do more than make coffee!
ah, the joys of workstudy. i get to sit and spend most of my time at work checking my email and catching up on class work. and i get paid. which is wonderful. i can't complain about that. however, there is such a stigma attached to the position. like, i'm here to do all the shit no one else wants to do... such as making the coffee. not that there is anything wrong with the person who's actual position it is to make coffee - thats not my point. if you are content answering phones and making coffee, more power to you. but what irks me is the woman down the hall (who is lucky to have a high school eduaction and doesn't do an ounce of work all day except pass gossip in the hall with the other old maids) who looks at me like i'm somehow completely inferior to her just because i'm filling the coffee pot with water. now, you'd think this woman would commiserate with me. understand what its like to do menial tasks with little appreciation. but of course not, she'd rather look down her pointy nose at my like i'd just stepped in poop or something. 4:29 PM //
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