Now, I was walking around the office today and they’ve got these little signs, printed out on pink copy paper, and posted all over the office saying:
“You are an important part of this business. Please show up to work on time.”
They’re just posted in various places around the call center, and I can’t help but thinking:
So maybe I am an important part of this business. This business of getting bitched at by random people who think that I am, of course, the scum of the earth–one of the most hateful and spiteful persons that they’ve ever encountered.
Then again, if they weren’t some of the most hateful and spiteful people that I have ever encountered, maybe I wouldn’t be….
All that aside, feeling like I am a part of this “team”–yeah, that’s a real encouraging metaphor. “Yeah! You’re a part of a team; part of the winning team! You’re gonna go and take one for that winning team!” I take one for that winning team every damn day. Multiple times every damn day. So, it pains me to say (well, it really doesn’t pain me to say) that until I feel like an important part of a team which I can be proud of; that until I feel like an important part of a team which practices business policies and ethics that I am in concert with; that until I am an important part of that kind of team, and I am doing something that I enjoy, these little motivational fliers are not going to motivate me. The only thing, right now, that does motivate me–especially in this slug hole of a job–is a paycheck.
And if it weren’t for that paycheck, I would not be motivated to come to work…at all.
So, frankly, in my opinion, they should consider themselves more than lucky that I do take the time to even show up; especially since, it goes without saying, I could be in other places…doing other things…and, most importantly, enjoying myself.