Imagine a moment where all it took was a simple phone call in progress to change the better part of five years. In this sense, the fiction here is not that it didn’t actually occur, but it still seems a dream. This phone call was to some suzy who’d metamorphose into some donna then a mirror and azriel. wait long enough and faces tend to blur but the sameness doesn’t. I had then no reason to challenge this phone call although it was against my wishes – I didn’t WANT to go volunteer somewhere for another year to get some turn of prize that wasn’t mine but the luck extended my way for only anther’s sake. I also vehemently hate the embarrassment of challenging others to be a fool as they didn’t listen to MY wishes which were..what were they anyways? I took up the truth that within activities, I call a amusing game of bingo and did this for nearly not one year but two. I was asked to work as in get paid for this IF i’d achieve x, y and z. Most of my preliminary questions were seemingly unfair in that was I able to recognize a face from 20 paces….no, I can not effectively see such a distance….I can see movement and jump to it though….it took awhile but that answer saved this position. I never had luck gaining employment on my own excepting temporary positions anyone gets unless someone else flat out vouchsafed me….so much for pride of merit, I’ve never known that creature as my champion. yet I am told I beat out 22 other applicants for my silly job. I managed being late 3 times in 2 some years and never missed a day. I’m told I achieved nothing save that reputation which outdid any assistant in recent memory. Yet each new boss or change of the company guard has meant without fail a diminishment of my duties. again, merit was never seen in my company at first impression. I endured all the b.s. that this or that while not my fault was my fault or at least responsibility – what was I going to do about it? I endured all the cubtle chicanery taking me from 6.5 hours a day all weekends and all holidays to 4.5 hours across 3 days once in a while a great moon i got a holiday off like easter never memorial day or something and all my non working days i was on call so if i took advantage of my day off to do anything i had to obtain permission….which was always treated like a formal request for time off…. I watched 60 some people in this 30 plus room place come and go…the customers that is. I’ve seen i cant remember how many different faces of staff change. maybe about the same nearly twice as many as we employ come and go. and for all of this a few facts remain – in my line of work there isn’t often any movement or raises as one is as good the day they start as the day they leave. I thus know by inference I am nothing more than a babysitter for whoever is sick of looking at so and so today….or that blessed five minutes which is really fifteen to get something done yet not actually leave so and so unguarded-a violation of set safety requirements. I have all the room I want to make any fuss I’d like yet I am of less value than the housekeeping staff as i clean up no poop or shine not one impression. yet i i am 25 something grand richer for having been there and with any luck by the payment of 2 month’s cycle’s bills perhaps in less debt than when i started with 5 times the credit extended. I still cant help but think of this as a simple rookie mistake of not fighting or what I wanted all along – a job I achieve on merit and execute as i please. I know the smarter of you will point out i did far better with I got than i give credit for and i leave with recognition of achievement and many who do not wish to see the back of me. I surely did with what i got. but is it always to be a fiction despite the evidence that I’m a hassle rather than a credit? one thing is for certain, it’s become a series of weeks now of the never ending last day there with still more to go.
#FictionFridays – a rookie mistake.