ironicgirl's Journal

He gives me his time though I'm not worth any of it, and if he could tell that I was beyound help he too would understand this dillema. He sits beyound me smoking his cigarettes, in the nicotine stained room, the sound of a cheap fair also the colour of nicotine leaves me heaving for some clean air. These plastic chairs in front of me that are worn with time, make it seem like the comany I work for is severely poor, ironically the president of this company recently got a bonus of 28 million. I've been here long enough to know that you are replacable, and any one who says different, is  either bought up, or completely in denial. I've stopped thinking about him, though he is right in front of me, perhaps I'm not as in love with him as he thinks. All I'm thinking about is how Caylee recently got fired, how she has worked for the company for about the same time as I have about six years. She got carpal tunnel on both her wrist, and they knew about it, they just gave her wrist gards, repetitive motion does that to you. Another employee hurt his back and he hasn't been back since a recent accident. Another person says how we are lucky to even have jobs right now, but how she can never fully plan to go to the doctor's or even spend time with her kids because the computer generates her hours. Most people are working part time hours when they were hired as full timers, but no one complains because they are scared of losing their jobs. Not many around here can pay anything else on their meager paychecks, except for bills. I have not much to ponder over except that he that sits before me is also on a list of people they are trying to fire. I want to say something but at the same time I don't want him to worry about something that still hasn't happened yet. I reflect at his countenance, the grim reality of the sadness that surronds so many of us in here. We give them our all and they can only give us a raise of sixty cents a year, what happened to all the things that mattered that have been taken away? Corporations rule us and we end up being the peons or the endentured servents, their open 24 hours a day at some location, we might have to end up living there in the meager break rooms or sleep in the gyms like someone I knew that worked their did.