It might as well be called celery.
I am 25 years old this year.
What I do at work.
I Facebook. Serve my cafe, restaurant, take care of my hotel, build my empire.
I read FMyLife.
I read comics. Questionable Content, Warehouse, Pictures for Sad Children, Not From Concentrate, Oatmeal, Pajama Forest.
I read online news. Star, MSNBC.
I do ad searches.
What I hardly do at work.
Work.
Geddit?
Sometimes people get jealous when they hear that I am overpaid. Sometimes they wonder why I am overpaid. Few ask me why I am overpaid.
I don't wonder anymore. I am paid to shoulder this dilemma.
In my past experiences, every single time I voiced an opinion, thought out loud, if you may, they are shot down. Point blank, in fact.
And now I have noticed something huge today. Something with an impact of epic proportions. I feel uneasy not doing anything about it. But I don't want to risk being told that I "don't get it". What should I do?
This is why they pay me. So whenever I feel like this, I should think of the money and just keep my damn pie hole shut.
Monday, July 26, 2010
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