There's a new guy at work. His name is New Guy. He's friendly. He asked me what I do here. I told him I'm an underling... a pee on. I'm sure management would look at my attitude and think awful things. Then try to correct the behavior by putting up motivational posters about teamwork and "Every job is an important job" kind of crap around the office. (why they didn't just pay me more for prostituting my time, instead of buying crappy overpriced posters i don't know). New Guy probably thinks this job is all butterflies and puppies right now. New jobs always are... then you find your shoes chewed up and you've stepped barefoot in the doggy shit.

point A-------------------------point B.

Time for a new job. I have yet to ever really experience job satisfaction. But that's just what these menial, devoid of respect jobs are... JOBS. not careers. It's weird to be surrounded by people who have been doing the same thing for 20 years and are proud of that fact. Why don't they just hang a sign above their name plaque "I've Settled For Mediocrity at $9.15 an hour." Maybe I'm just not the kind of go-getter that they were looking for. Go figure.

I don't understand the kind of dedication they're asking for at a whopping $5.85 an hour. You get what you pay for... and $5.85 pays for some awesome myspacing. Make your workers feel important... give them more responsibility, give them something to be proud of... give them more customers, more opportunities to serve their campus. Smells like teen spirit. Smells like someone's been lathering themselves up in self-help books. Smells like someone sleeps to tapes of a man, cashing in on the insecurities of other people, repeating the phrase "I like myself.... I like myself... I like myself."