And I did a bang-up job until things got messy with my ex. All my work was always finished before I left. Nothing ever came back to be redone. Customers requested me when they had questions or complaints or needed extra help.
But the boss didn’t like me because she didn’t like my mother.
So, I was always handed all the grunt work. Insurance claims that were so old that I had to go through storage to find the files, or answering the phones all day, or stuffing envelopes. While the other girls got to do current claims whose paperwork you could find, and ignore the phones, and give me their old shit to do.
It was obvious I was never going to get anywhere. No matter how hard I worked, I was ragged on, while the girls who didn’t have mothers the boss hated, and often didn’t do as good a job, got to fuck off.
I’ve found myself in a similar situation. And now, just like then, I feel like maybe I’m being too harsh on the people involved, but god damn is it annoying.
I mean, everyone has favorites. And it’s not always easy to not favor your favorite. It’s just a part of life and sometimes people don’t even realize they’re doing it.
But when it’s blatantly obvious, and everyone involved is pointing their finger at it, it’s time to start facing reality. Whether by saying, “You’re god damn right, I am.” or making up a believable excuse, you gotta do something. Cause if you don’t, the masses will eventually overwhelm you with spiteful anger and then you’ll only have your favorites.
But who knows? Maybe that’s your intention.
Ya know what’s funny? I wouldn’t even care if I hadn’t defended you.