There is one job here in my department that is a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad job. I did it for 2 years. I hated every minute of it. It is the worst kind of job for someone who likes to make their own rules, have their own schedule and pretend that they are the ruler of their own universe.
Yesterday I was directed/assigned to this job for a week in March because some people in the unit are going to be on vacation.
I don’t want to do it, I don’t want to do it, I don’t I don’t I don’t I don’t.
I don’t want to do it.
I have been directed to do it before. Two years ago. That time I yelled at my supervisor. I cursed him. I wept.
I still had to do it.
And, I am going to have to do it in March, also.
My instinct did not go to a place of optimism or maturity. My instinct went right to defiance, anger, bargaining, bitching and bitterness.
My instinct did not go to cooperation.
I did not present as a team player.
Luckily I was in my car when I got the message and did not talk to my supervisor directly. Luckily he did not have to see me pounding the steering wheel and yelling “Motherfucker!!” at Lakshmi Singh.
