Of Course I’m Important, I’m the Tag Lady
August 19, 1999
One more day left at the uni I work at, then I’m outta there. As I mentioned yesterday, I’m still predicting that I get no surprise party like most people at our work do, just a crap card.
Actually, my boss took me aside today and said that he’d be prepared to give me quite a substantial pay rise if I agreed to stay. It was very tempting, but I’m really not enjoying working at this uni. I guess it was a question of morals. Usually I have no morals, but I centered on what I really want to do, which is this new job I’ve got, and gently turned his offer down. You know, I think I have no morals by default, because I’m gay. (Well, that’s what the media is telling me anyway, and they’re never wrong. So there).
It doesn’t even feel like I’m leaving. It’s a bit weird. Although I was allowed to sit in on the interviews of the people who are applying for my position at the uni. My favourite applicant was the woman who said she had a lot of experience in administration.
Ms Superiority (office bitch): So, have you had much experience in this field?
Job Applicant: Oh, yes. I administrated the change rooms at K-Mart. I had a lot of responsibility, I had to check how many clothes people were taking into the change rooms and give them the appropriate number of tags.
I reckon this woman redefined responsibility.
