Marginalized

Denver has just gotten through it's first big snow storm of the season. Yes, it's March 27 and we got our first significant snowfall. I feel a bit funny complaining about this, and I certainly wasn't complaining yesterday afternoon when I got a snow day, but now that the fun is over, I'm ready for spring back.

Yesterday when we were sent home management of my branch of a huge corporation dangled the carrot of a possible snow day today as well. That didn't pan out - the roads were still sketchy this morning, but the sun has been out most of the day and I think things are starting to clear up. I was pretty disappointed to say the least when I hadn't received my snow day email by 7:00 am this morning, which started me off in a poor mood, but it really hasn't gotten better through the course of the day and here's why. It's on days like this that the marginalization I feel in my job is shoved in my face. The large corporation I work for has two kinds of people - those who make the money, and those who support. I'm in the supporting role, and as such the corporation as a whole puts very little value in my work. There's absolutely no support for training or enhancement, whenever there are cuts or sacrifices to be made its the support that takes the brunt of it, I'm not even afforded business cards, and I'm expected to do as I'm asked, and even endure verbal abuse with a smile on my face. This is the short list. The reason this so hits me on quiet days like today is that the people I work for, the people I support, can't be bothered to come into work when the roads are bad. They won't put their lives at risk, or wasted their time on congested roads to come in, but I'm expected to do so, and with a smile on my face. It so bothers me that my time and my safety is not as valued as theirs and it reminds me that my employer views me a second class citizen.

I'm not. I wish I had enough balls to stand up for myself and fight for a little respect. This economy and the fear of layoffs that have come every 2-3 months is what's keeping me from speaking out. Even writing that out there makes me a bit ill. I have a dream that one day I'll be my own boss. Until then I guess I'll learn how not to treat people.

Thank you ST for this St. Paddy's Day Fun!

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