DAY SEVEN � TUESDAY

when i was a little girl, i wanted to be a lawyer, amongst many other vocations. although, i couldn�t pronounce the word correctly so it sounded like, "i�m going to be a liar when i grow up !!"

yes. laugh it up. everyone else did.

in elementary school, i cried a lot too, not only for being teased constantly, but also because i couldn't bear to see my friends get yelled at or lectured for something they clearly did not do.

anyhow, becoming a liar didn't happen, but i still feel the same want for justice as i did as a child.

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lunchtime on tuesday, was the fateful "pizza party" event. i really had nothing to do all morning, since boss2 was avoiding me like the plague, so i took the opportunity to get some hardcore php studying done. i was on a roll.

i had just set up an apache webserver on my computer, when i was called upon for my pizza-eating obligation. armed with my super-lactaid tablets and a grimace, i grudgingly walked into the room full of unhappy people. mommy two remainded defiant by grabbing her pizza slices and returning to her desk to eat.

by the time i joined the non-revelers, the one and only vegetarian pizza had a slice or two left. brain demanded to know, why would they order only one vegetarian, when the two other large meat pizzas are always so unpopular? i�d noticed that mine is always the first to go. what the heck am i supposed to eat? gm pointed out, "look ! there's fruit !" to me. i feigned appreciation... and silently forced down my cold, chewy slice. gm joked, "ifoo yoo wanto moah of zeez pahtees, givoo me moah mohnee ando dayzu offu..." he'd won some cash at the horse races last thursday when he�d taken the day off.

as soon as lunch was over, i shot out of my chair and returned to my computer to install php. but right before i'd left the room, i overheard gm ponder out loud in japanese, "what's wrong with [boss2]? what's going on around here?"

drama ensued.

a portion of the management and raver mommy remained in the conference room for half an hour with doors closed. when she emerged, she explained to mommy two and i how she'd expressed our concerns on our behalf. i was somewhat grateful, that it was now out in the open, but mommy two took offense for not being there to explain her perspective.

the management was now under the impression that my main objective was to squeeze more money out of the company by my demanding a job description.

i thanked raver mommy for taking the initiative, and decided to write my own email to the management with my own explanations for my actions.

she also mentioned, that one of the managers had already spoken to boss2 privately (out of the goodness of his heart), regarding his treatment of the staff, namely the girls and me. in this private meeting, he'd disclosed to the good-hearted manager, that we the girls, were the lowest of the totem pole and that we didn't deserve any extra attention or money.

woah...yeah...this fueled my anger.

continued to the next entry...