I was wrong. I take back my words. Blessed indeed, yeah right.
Being a slave is apparently somewhere on my job scope. Please, I don't even have a proper job scope.
Why am I dealing all these crap anyway? If not for my grade and reputation, I would have protested. Like I said before, if there were to be no consequences, I would have done something bad to the lot of them.
Today can top the list of ridiculous things I'm being made to do. Yesterday, I had to do all kinds of stupid signages for the office. Today, all because of the printer's fault, I had to lug the laminator home and being asked to print over 40 pages of coloured documents which are not important at all!
If I'm not allowed to scold and curse them now, I don't know when I'll be able to do so. Isn't it ridiculous? Isn't it unreasonable?
I had to use MY own printer, MY own printer ink to print OFFICE stuff. Can you see the reasoning in it, huh?
Although, the boss did say that he would pay me back the ink. Of course he must, what am I, a fool that he can lead by the nose?
And adding insult to injury, I have to arrive one hour earlier to Sunday's "team building" event to put up the signage. So, on top of being a delivery man, I had to be a lackey as well.
You know what? If they ever hold a team building event every month, this will be the first and the last activity I'll be going. The next time something like this happens, I'm going to say that I'm to be a bridesmaid/attend grandparent's birthday. So what? An excuse can save a person's sanity. Not too bad.
If I'm not given the due credit for all these grieve they caused me, they are going to be in trouble. If I get a pass with commendation, that is because I deserve it. And I pass, it is more than what they own me. Damn it.
