Ever felt like an object? You know, an object that get used a bit like a pen, a ruler, a camera, a toy (?), a dildo(?!?!?)… I think last week I felt like an object. As you may or may not know, I had given up my team leader role for sometime and I had requested to be sent back to being in the pool of developers again. The time had came last week where I was to be moved off the current project to newer and better things… I thought.
My resourcing manager came a long and had requested that I will be starting work on a new project but I had two team leaders still requiring my time. This is where I felt that I should have just walked out the room while the rest of them started arguing. Both leaders arguing that the time i’ve been allocated on their project was not enough. Like kids arguing over each other why they needed to use the computer or something. I just felt a bit weird as I was in the room that the conversation was occurring and no one had asked me what I wanted… Geezz… what am I to them? a toy? a body to be used and abused? If it was some hot blonde then i’m all good and i’d say “bring it on!!”
So there you go… I’m an object… OF DESIRE!!! NOW BOW DOWN TO ME!!
/cry
April 9th, 2007 at 11:18 pm
Joanne,
Haa haa. Look no body ever said being the golden child didn’t require some broad shoulders. What you should of done, other than mentally walking out, was to start a bidding war.
Whore yourself, because you’re worth it.
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