I NEVER post about work, but this is the one exception, and it’s to allow my inner 5 year old child to come out and whine.
When you are THE administrator, YOU are the one everyone goes to to solve problems, to fix things, to buy birthday gifts for, and to organize promotion parties.
When it’s YOUR turn for a big “to do,” you wait patiently and hope that someone will remember you.
When news about Malka came down the pike, two professors left presents on the chair in my office, which was wonderful and very sweet. Everyone said Mazal Tov or congratulations.
Wednesday, I went and bought flowers for one of our professors’ 80th birthday. The week prior, I had to have everyone sneakily sign a card for another colleague who’s birthday it was.
I naturally have a “left out” feeling, which harkens back to being the “left over kid” that no one wanted on their team. As a stage manager, I’m TOTALLY used to having to take the blame when it all goes wrong, and none of the praise when it goes right. but it still hurts, and my inner child WANTS the recognition, dammit!
When I was going over my leave of absence dates with HR, they said,” Oh, when’s the shower?” I said I didn’t know.
Well, everyone that *could* have done something has now gone home, and I’m still here, training my temp. Like a little kid who’s mom forgot to pick them up after a baseball game, I just want to cry.
Truly, we don’t NEED a damn thing – dad and Janet are here this week, and it’s wonderful, I have a fabulous daughter, a wonderful, loving and patient partner, 3 realtively healthy cats, amazing friends, and we’re about to have a glorious Simchat Bat ceremony this weekend.
But Narda’s work got HER something, and I just feel all left out and poopy because my work didn’t do diddly.