Today I witnessed something I typically witness at one of my three jobs. However, today it stuck with me just a bit more than usual.
You see, two of these three jobs are logical, they are procedural, they are measured not by you but by your work. This is the way a job should be. The third job, which I noticed today, is a fake job.
That's not to say that there is no money earned, no experienced gained, nothing of the sort. I mean that my boss is my boss because she has found the right connections. She is a very capable individual. However, to continue her position, to maintain her status she must not only perform, but act.
The sound of a fake laugh and the wretched smile that accompanies it is disgusting.
It irks me that there are professions where your fakeness, and ability to smear yourself into whatever shape you need is the glue that holds your position together. That you have to pretend to be one person with some people, and a different one the next.
I refuse to be in such a position.
I understand rubbing elbows and buttering up someone before propositioning something. But being that coy and deceitful is something I refuse to do. In the line of work I wish to follow. It is the measure of my abilities that will hold testament to my progress. Not if I laughed at my bosses joke.
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