Saturday, September 13, 2003

Pissed

I went to work this morning in a pretty good mood. Dressed in a pair of baggy plaid shorts, a navy cotton sweater, a pair of flops (yes Semjaza, I wear flip-flops proudly), and a navy NYC hat, I bounded up the stairs with quite a bit more enthusiasm than would be expected from an employee that has to do fill-in Saturday work. I walked passed the owner’s office, and popped my head in to say good morning. He and my uncle were chatting about something or another, and all I got was a grunt in reply. I didn’t think much of it and I headed over to my cubicle. Most of the members of my “team” are older women in their early to mid forties, and they absolutely adore me. They constantly bring me food and stroke my ego by telling me how handsome I am. Today was no different, as soon as I arrived the two ladies complimented how nice I looked; Toni, one of my surrogate moms at work, commented on how I looked like an ad from a Polo catalogue. Everyone else in the office was dressed in the usual Saturday garb: old jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers. As soon as I reached my desk, my Uncle called came over to my desk and commented on how I was inappropriately dressed for work in front of all of my t-shirt clad comrades. He then asked me to step into his office for a few minutes. My Uncle is technically my boss, but he is way too high up in the corporation to be associated with me in a professional manner like this. When I entered the office he apologized for criticizing my attire in front of the office but the owner saw my outfit when I came in. I told him that I had been under the impression that we didn’t have a dress code on the weekends, seeing that he was wearing an old Nike t-shirt. He went on to say that there wasn’t a dress code but because I was his nephew I had to dress more appropriately because there was more pressure on me to excel than the average employee. This is really beginning to piss me off. I am overly qualified for my job, and I keep getting snubbed because my uncle is in the upper echelons of the company. I work ten to twenty hours more than anyone else in my position, make more money for the company than any other member of my team, yet I still have to suffer the label of “receiving my job as a favor to my Uncle”. I have already been passed over for a huge promotion because the management was afraid of how other employees would view my rapid advancement. I guess I am just sick of all the bullshit, maybe it is time to find another job.

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