Our economy suffers and so does its people. More wake up everyday dreading to go to work to a mundane job, a job that barely pays the bills, a job that just leaves you feeling depressed. Companies have shown their true colors as the profits go down. People who used to love their jobs are now wishing to get fired so they can collect unemployment. The mistreatment has become unbearable and the stress levels have peaked too high….but they tell you to be thankful you have a job.
I am thankful I have a job, but it is not the job I want. I work in a place were my IQ has diminished because of the foolery I deal with everyday. A company that preaches communication but the corporate office is still hearing out of a tin can attached to a string. A company where people don’t think before they speak, or I should say more like not reading an email (which is in writing if you forgot) thoroughly, and responds with rhetorical questions. A company that spends thousands of dollars on idiotic elements while people out there are struggling, killing themselves and their families when they can’t take anymore. Thankfully it hasn’t happened to anybody here yet, but if they keep it up, unfortunately it eventually will.
We had a boss who wanted to do nice things for us, motivate his employees because he saw the lack of desire to work at capacity, but they fired him. They fired him because they told us “Why do they need motivation. They should be thankful they have a job. If they don’t like it find another one.” This is the speech that they think should inspire us; drive us to use our maximum potential to do the grunt work they have probably never touched. This is the speech given to people who used to love their jobs and respect this company. We don’t even celebrate birthdays. My last two jobs actually paid to buy a birthday cake for an employee. It is one of the days to make someone feel special. Give them 24 hours to smile and think that “someone does appreciate me.” But they don’t care. It’s just an unnecessary added expense.
They want us to work as a team, but yet there are individuals that are always against us. Giving us reviews like pulling a rubber chicken out of a hat because the rabbit is nowhere in sight. Looking for reasons to give us a black mark, so they don’t feel guilty when they tell us “No Christmas bonuses or raises this year.” It’s been three years of this now. They have been trained to find something. To find the axe that will chop us down to our knees. The radio was our obstacle. It is an eyesore on the wall they said and we shouldn’t have it anyway…it is in the rule book after all. Little do they know nobody here has a problem with it being on. Is there really something wrong with having a little music to lighten our spirits? Or would they rather we go insane by listening to the crickets chirp, the sandhill cranes bellowing as they fly and the scurrying of the rabid raccoon at the front door in this daft swampland? Oh wait…I forgot to tell them that I am more productive when I listen to something I can dance too. Something that gets my heart pumping, giving me the energy I need to stay awake at this morbid place. Go ahead…take it away and see how productive I can be!
Heaven forbid they acknowledge the hard work we have done to make this office the most organized it has been in years. The fantastic ideas we came up with that we never get credit for. The signatures we acquire to cover our tails when customers deny receiving equipment. The contracts we don’t have to pound on their door for because the agreement was signed, sealed and delivered within a few days. Doing three people’s job with only two. Making sure that our lives are easier and that the paperwork flows without killing a thousand trees a day. Keeping our baskets empty and our folders trim so we don’t get scrutinized when auditing day comes. Guess we didn’t work hard enough.
This is why I seek education. Take heed children of the next generation. I seek a place where I can learn about the world, about our history and about our cultures. I learn to enhance my writing skills, as a writer is what I really want to be. I want to write things that I can teach those who want to learn. I want to motivate and inspire as other poets do. I want to take people to places as seen through my eyes, fantasy, misery, or reality. I want to prove Plato wrong, that poetry should not be a perfect imitation, but an art form of desire. I want to sing like Maya Angelou does…be a phenomenal woman. I want to explore dark places like Poe…where the black cat roamed and where the raven flew. I want to use up all the ink and paper in the world to say what cannot be said from my tongue.
I am thankful for my job and will do it to my full potential because that’s how my mother raised me. I am thankful for my job because it puts a roof over my head and helps me pay my ridiculous car note I am stuck with for two more years. I am thankful for my job because it puts the gourmet food I cook on the table and let’s me eat out once in a while. I am thankful for my job because it contributes to my insane cosplay hobby where I can live in a fantasy world bringing movies to life. I am thankful for my job because it pays for my addiction of Dr. Grip pens and college ruled notebooks that are filled with ideas, poems, articles, short stories and more. I really am thankful for my job, but it is not where I am meant to be.