The Media Director came into my office today and said…
“I have some bad news.”
I thought he was kidding at first because he does have that sense of humor.
“Ok…what is it?”
“It seems that we hired someone that we didn’t plan on hiring. He is a high level executive and I’m sorry to tell you but this is the last office we have and he has to be placed here so we have to place you in a cube.”
“Okay…not a problem.”
“This was not planned India. I had no idea this was going to happen. I’ll make it up to you.”
Well…first off, you’re not my type and fucking save the shit for the clients.
Fuck…I’ve been there for 4 days and I’m already being booted from the first office I’ve ever had.
Next week I’ll be in the basement working on a typewriter sitting on a cardboard box…with my red stapler.
I was in awe and felt like I was actually hired for a job I can do and fix all the cracks in their system.
They hired me as a manager and moved me into an office.
All the employees that saw me sitting in that office the first day will now see me as being moved to a cube.
In four days I was demoted.
The feeling is quite familiar.
And you know what…
I’m fucking sick of it.
The office doesn’t mean shit but my pride does.