Weekly Work Summary

Hey there, fellow weirdos of Bakersfield! This week was fairly good for me. Surprisingly, my co-workers actually attempted to talk to me once instead of ignoring my presence. I was so shocked that I half-expected them to just be trying to double my workload. Their conversation only lasted about two sentences. Then one of them asked me, “Do you have a line today?” At that moment, it hit me: they were talking to me just to assign me more work! I replied, “No,” and after that, they left without saying another word. I really think they just wanted to talk to me just to pile on extra work, but they couldn't find anything for me to do that day. As a "Chosen One," it seems like co-workers secretly despise me. Generally speaking, for a normal person, co-workers aren’t truly your friends, but that goes double if you are a "Chosen One" like me. For instance, I told the woman next to me, who I thought was trying to be my friend, that I leave for work at 2:20 PM, 40 minutes before my scheduled end time of 3 PM. Next thing I know, there’s a meeting for all M.A.s about leaving early, and the boss handling the meeting mentions that a certain M.A. leaves at 2:20 PM! As a "Chosen One," you realize you can’t trust anyone at work. Chosen Ones naturally like people, but in order to work, they must learn to dislike them! =(! As a "Chosen One," everyone notices my good aura, which seems to irritate their bad auras and their personal demons, and they will do everything possible to get me fired because I make them uncomfortable. I can’t help but think about what Jesus might have felt when he tried to be a carpenter in ancient times. People must've wanted to get rid of him too because of his saintly aura. Another time, a coworker randomly mentioned that I wasn’t wearing a jacket. I grew suspicious of his intentions; it felt like he wanted to compete with me for cold weather resistance or something. Since he was walking with a woman, I suspect he wanted to show off, so he yelled, “Hey! Aren’t you cold?!” He seemed to be competing with me for her attention and wanted to know why I wasn’t bundled up. Again, the girl he was talking to must've noticed my aura and was fascinated, so he got jealous and yelled at me. These two instances of my co-workers speaking to me demonstrate that they can engage in conversation; they just choose not to. They’d rather ignore me altogether, because of my positive Aura. The Devil’s number one tool in his toolbox is "Isolation", and bad people use isolation to make a person they don’t like feel bad for absolutely no reason. Another tactic is to overlook someone’s good work completely and act as if it didn’t happen. No one at either of my jobs ever acknowledges how well I perform. Not even a simple “thank you for covering my line.” If they do say “thank you,” it’s generally because someone is watching, or it’s obligatory—otherwise, they wouldn’t care at all if I covered their shift or not. I know that if I ever win an award for not missing a day of work or for being employee of the month, it will only be a prelude to my termination the next day. That’s just the experience of a “Chosen One” at work. Society constructs the idea that someone who is genuinely good cannot also excel at their job, or have alot of money, or have successful relationships, that type of success is only reserved for evil people, but the reality is that they can. As a "Chosen One," I’m resigned to never having kids, getting married, owning a home, or having anything meaningful, despite my outstanding work ethic. It reminds me of Luke Skywalker; he saved the galaxy, yet what happens to him? He ends up as a hermit in the mountains. Similarly, in the game Gears of War, Marcus Fenix is portrayed as an exceptional soldier, brave and a good leader, but in the end, he finds himself living in a rundown apartment, with little to show for his efforts. Marcus is fortunate to have a son, but otherwise, he too would die a virgin like Luke Skywalker. In this world, it seems that people don’t genuinely appreciate a man that is good insdie and out! So, to sum it up… As a Chosen One, I hate people! Until next time… Mahalo!