Alright, not just today. but especially today. maybe it's the full moon that's amplifying it, but it's now 3:20 and it's pissing me off. So forgive me if i vent.
I work in a posh building downtown Boulder (if you've ever been to boulder, the next line would be "aren't they all?"). People with too much money and not enough intelligence work here. I'm just the receptionist. Which means I'm underappreciated and generally broke.
But *******. These people today are so high on their collective horse, I can't see them from way down here in my lowly life.
My boss is way too rich. He needs a good bankrupcy to drag him kicking and screaming back into the real world. In his world, he's above putting gas in his own car. That's what the lower people, namely the gardner we work with, is for. And he told her this. He's above the petty stuff, he says. People like us are around to do it for him.
Had he said this to me, I'd likely be sitting in a jail cell for smacking him with my skateboard.
Which I've also heard about.
Tells me not to bring the skateboard into work. (this is how i GET to work) That it's not the kind of image we want to portray. and god, don't tell people i skateboard. that makes me some sort of punk.
Let's be clear. I'm a 35 year old woman who has run my own graphics and website design business for 9 years. College educated. Was a teacher at CU for a year and a half when I first got here.
But he sees a receptionist. Nothing more.
I'm not all that smart, he says.
When i mistakenly agreed to design and maintain a website for him, he said on it's launch, that he'd hire a *real* graphic artist when it was all done.
Ahem. Motherf*cker, I AM a real graphic artist. (said of course without the mother part)
He laughed. Said you're the receptionist.
This man honestly believes he's better than everyone around him, because his bank account is bigger.
Then he has the nerve to spew out Buddhist sayings and pat himself on the back for being such an insightful, advanced person.
I want to punch him today.
Then there's the accounts receivable guy. Who consistently walks away from me when I'm talking to him.
Who discredits me when I TELL them what's wrong with the internet. It's a bad router. But no one will even check into it because...you guessed it...i'm just the receptionist. what could i possibly know about these things. having run a network at home. having admin'ed one in new york. ooh no, i couldn't possibly have a clue.
then, when the outsourced IT people come in and tell them what's wrong, it's like they haven't heard it before. oh my, the router? really?
dumbass, i told you that 2 days ago.
similar situation with the worm that recently hit the building. whole building's net access goes down for 3 days. on the FIRST day i mentioned that one of the businesses TOLD me they had a virus. maybe that could be it.
i was patted on the head and told no, honey, no that's not it. let us figure it out.
second day, i was pinging the server downstairs cause i'm a geek like that, and the numbers coming back sent up a red flag. i TOLD the IT guy that the signal is behaving as if being slammed by junk (dealt with a worm that jammed up the modems and router a few years ago, same symptoms).
i was told to know my place.
they laughed at me. told me that was silly, it wasn't a virus.
day 3. no closer to figuring it out.
the morning of day 4. i come into work.
"ooh, the IT guy saw the news last night, there's a worm virus out. that's what it was"
good lord people. i told you this days ago. but no.
i'm just the receptionist.
Today, everyone is just plain miserable. and all this stuff is coming up again. people walking away from me while i'm trying to give them information THEY ASKED FOR.
people belittling me because of my job title.
and yet i sit, knowing that when the day is over, i am NOT defined by what i do for a living, as they are. i am free from the restrictions they put on themselves to make more money, and base their self-worth on that dollar amount.
i think it pisses them off. that i can sit here while work goes to hell, and smile. because honestly, it doesn't concern me in the least.
bugs me every once in a while when they insist they're "better" than me because they have a higher "social standing" or a bigger account than me. because i see insecurity and fear when they do that.
that i'm happy with my life, drives them crazy. they can't understand it. once or twice one of them will come and try to understand, to their credit. but it's just beyond them.
and for that, i can pity them.
ok, i'm done my rant. i'm sorry it was so long. but i do get zen out of writing stuff down. thanks for listening, guys.
I work in a posh building downtown Boulder (if you've ever been to boulder, the next line would be "aren't they all?"). People with too much money and not enough intelligence work here. I'm just the receptionist. Which means I'm underappreciated and generally broke.
But *******. These people today are so high on their collective horse, I can't see them from way down here in my lowly life.
My boss is way too rich. He needs a good bankrupcy to drag him kicking and screaming back into the real world. In his world, he's above putting gas in his own car. That's what the lower people, namely the gardner we work with, is for. And he told her this. He's above the petty stuff, he says. People like us are around to do it for him.
Had he said this to me, I'd likely be sitting in a jail cell for smacking him with my skateboard.
Which I've also heard about.
Tells me not to bring the skateboard into work. (this is how i GET to work) That it's not the kind of image we want to portray. and god, don't tell people i skateboard. that makes me some sort of punk.
Let's be clear. I'm a 35 year old woman who has run my own graphics and website design business for 9 years. College educated. Was a teacher at CU for a year and a half when I first got here.
But he sees a receptionist. Nothing more.
I'm not all that smart, he says.
When i mistakenly agreed to design and maintain a website for him, he said on it's launch, that he'd hire a *real* graphic artist when it was all done.
Ahem. Motherf*cker, I AM a real graphic artist. (said of course without the mother part)
He laughed. Said you're the receptionist.
This man honestly believes he's better than everyone around him, because his bank account is bigger.
Then he has the nerve to spew out Buddhist sayings and pat himself on the back for being such an insightful, advanced person.
I want to punch him today.
Then there's the accounts receivable guy. Who consistently walks away from me when I'm talking to him.
Who discredits me when I TELL them what's wrong with the internet. It's a bad router. But no one will even check into it because...you guessed it...i'm just the receptionist. what could i possibly know about these things. having run a network at home. having admin'ed one in new york. ooh no, i couldn't possibly have a clue.
then, when the outsourced IT people come in and tell them what's wrong, it's like they haven't heard it before. oh my, the router? really?
dumbass, i told you that 2 days ago.
similar situation with the worm that recently hit the building. whole building's net access goes down for 3 days. on the FIRST day i mentioned that one of the businesses TOLD me they had a virus. maybe that could be it.
i was patted on the head and told no, honey, no that's not it. let us figure it out.
second day, i was pinging the server downstairs cause i'm a geek like that, and the numbers coming back sent up a red flag. i TOLD the IT guy that the signal is behaving as if being slammed by junk (dealt with a worm that jammed up the modems and router a few years ago, same symptoms).
i was told to know my place.
they laughed at me. told me that was silly, it wasn't a virus.
day 3. no closer to figuring it out.
the morning of day 4. i come into work.
"ooh, the IT guy saw the news last night, there's a worm virus out. that's what it was"
good lord people. i told you this days ago. but no.
i'm just the receptionist.
Today, everyone is just plain miserable. and all this stuff is coming up again. people walking away from me while i'm trying to give them information THEY ASKED FOR.
people belittling me because of my job title.
and yet i sit, knowing that when the day is over, i am NOT defined by what i do for a living, as they are. i am free from the restrictions they put on themselves to make more money, and base their self-worth on that dollar amount.
i think it pisses them off. that i can sit here while work goes to hell, and smile. because honestly, it doesn't concern me in the least.
bugs me every once in a while when they insist they're "better" than me because they have a higher "social standing" or a bigger account than me. because i see insecurity and fear when they do that.
that i'm happy with my life, drives them crazy. they can't understand it. once or twice one of them will come and try to understand, to their credit. but it's just beyond them.
and for that, i can pity them.
ok, i'm done my rant. i'm sorry it was so long. but i do get zen out of writing stuff down. thanks for listening, guys.
