Monday, July 26, 2010

Salary

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.

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