"I challenge you all," she said as we reached for our coats, "to consider your own impact on this community."
I wanted to strangle her with her challenges. She is the kind of woman who seems to have gotten the bulk of her education at management training seminars, an(more)d she is full of schtick. Norein, the woman I shared a desk with, told me that she sees our team leader at the gym. She wears a company t-shirt to work out in, and she talks to people in the sauna about her business trips, which seem be be at airport convention centers.
Norein is the only woman over 40 who worked in our division, and she has three kids. She takes them swimming more often than she exercises on her own, and the team leader, three years her junior, is always friendly and says that if she had to do what Norein does she'd probably have a heart attack.
This was a temp job, and then they hired me as a contractor. For all the strange corporate team building, the work was fairly interesting and the staff was competent. The hours made it a popular job with recent grads and ambitious students, and there was a group of arty people in the marketing area that made more posters than we could ever use.
When I quit, I told them I had another offer, but I didn't. Being led by such a sterile person that made me nervous, scared that I was about to give up. I have never made so much money so easily, and the job allowed time for everything else. My garden flourished, I went to shows, I made pants for my niece. But my impact on the community had to be considered: I was a downer. (less)