15 October, 2010

Dear X,
Thank God its Friday. It's no wonder the bloody grease infested chain is a worlwide phenomena. Thank. God (or whatever Supreme Entity). Its. Friday. Despite the relief of the glorious coming of the weekend, something irkesome still happened at work. I unloaded to a friend, who kindly lent her ear to my "is this really what working world is like!?!!?" bemoaning.

So X, tell me what was your story about being the lowest end of the totem pole and used as target practice? Don't tell me you didn't experience it..

The worse part about this absurd situation is that I should be the ''bigger person'' to someone 15 years my senior? And what do I hear and read? " Don't take things personally / its all about stroking their egos / you just have to take care of yourself out there". Great. I love growing up so very much!

As I step back and see this entire process unravel before me, a cynicism towards 'The Corporation' naturally develops. A cynicism that guards you and rightly allows you to move on and, deal. Still, still it must be the Generation Y in me, that questions this cynicism and demands why we're not allowed to give a damn. My friend said I should address this person and tell them "how their...'feedback' affected me". Yes, to the person 15 years my senior, to the person who took offense for not ''involving'' them in process. Luckily my friend is going to help me write something, "to address the matter, maturely and BE that bigger person".

Cheers to growing up.

Until a less dreadful letter,
Me