It's just a paycheck.
It’s Magda’s birthday today and apparently I’m the only one not privy to this information.
I suspect it’s someone’s birthday because I go to shove my turkey burger into the fridge this morning but a huge box is taking up the entire shelf. I figure someone will let me know who it’s for considering you have to walk past my office to get to the kitchen where all the birthday hijinx ensue. My door is always open and I sit right next to it. You see me. You see me at my desk every time you pass.
I’m into making a chart so I’m not really noticing that everyone is coming up from downstairs and heading into the kitchen. Next thing I know, Magda is heading down the hallway, hoping aloud that there isn’t a cake for her in there. I pause. Son of a bitch! No one told me! I hear my father’s calculator going so he wasn’t invited either.
Once she’s inside I make a beeline for his office. I’m fuming. I feel like such a cock because I’m the only person not in there! And I like Magda; she’s sweet. I tell dad how we’re deliberately ignored but he quickly corrects me. The nurses had him call down to recovery to request her up in his office. So basically, I wasn’t invited. Man, this place does wonders for my self esteem!
Now I really feel like a jerk. I’m never included in collections for occasions like births or funerals for co-worker’s loved ones. They always seem to skip over the “child”. Just because I am the only woman here that still gets her period doesn’t mean I’m insignificant. I hate being the youngest here. Daniella is the only one close to me age-wise but then everyone else is going through menopause. Maybe they’re jealous I don’t have neck flab yet?
I suspect it’s someone’s birthday because I go to shove my turkey burger into the fridge this morning but a huge box is taking up the entire shelf. I figure someone will let me know who it’s for considering you have to walk past my office to get to the kitchen where all the birthday hijinx ensue. My door is always open and I sit right next to it. You see me. You see me at my desk every time you pass.
I’m into making a chart so I’m not really noticing that everyone is coming up from downstairs and heading into the kitchen. Next thing I know, Magda is heading down the hallway, hoping aloud that there isn’t a cake for her in there. I pause. Son of a bitch! No one told me! I hear my father’s calculator going so he wasn’t invited either.
Once she’s inside I make a beeline for his office. I’m fuming. I feel like such a cock because I’m the only person not in there! And I like Magda; she’s sweet. I tell dad how we’re deliberately ignored but he quickly corrects me. The nurses had him call down to recovery to request her up in his office. So basically, I wasn’t invited. Man, this place does wonders for my self esteem!
Now I really feel like a jerk. I’m never included in collections for occasions like births or funerals for co-worker’s loved ones. They always seem to skip over the “child”. Just because I am the only woman here that still gets her period doesn’t mean I’m insignificant. I hate being the youngest here. Daniella is the only one close to me age-wise but then everyone else is going through menopause. Maybe they’re jealous I don’t have neck flab yet?