Typing out my thoughts
I spent nearly six years in school, just to come out with a degree and be treated like a fifth class citizen. I took a job that I knew I could do and two years later, I am still the low man on the totem pole. Why did I have to go to college for this. All I want is a job where I am treated with the dignity and respect I deserve. It seems like everyone who has a senior position, just wants to hold their position over your head, and treat you like someone who is beneath you. I don’t appreciate being treated like that. It is so bad that I have to literally force myself to get up out of bed in the morning and go to work. I think how nice it would be if I could just work from home. This isn’t a thing I don’t do in the office that I couldn’t do at home. I would be able to be comfortable with my own HVAC system, in my own home. I wouldn’t have to worry about frozen fingers and hating needing to do typing when my fingers are so cold they will barely work. This must be what the migrant workers used to feel like. I was being forced to work with no heating or air conditioning and being paid peanuts for a wage. I dream of working from my house. I dream of having the air conditioning set to my own comfort level. I dream of being able to set the thermostat and know that some big shot isn’t going to come along and change it at a whim. I just want to work from home.