Yesterday, my ed, the Rock, asked me to show the reporter who just came back from maternity leave (for whom I was supposedly subbing, thus extending my internship) how to do a weekly newsletter that has been my domain for the past 4.5 months (OMG, I've been here 4.5 months--there should be a law stating that if you've been at a workplace for over three months, and no one's asked you to leave, you become a permanent employee, with all the honors, rights, privileges and responsibilities appertaining thereto).
But I digress. I believe I'm being phased out. Yes, indeed I am. And the Rock, who is too nice to kick me out on my butt when I have no other prospects, may be hoping that I will be magnanimous enough to spare him the awkwardness and offer to leave of my own volition. I, on the other hand, have planted my flag and am still here--with my books in the overhead cabinets, my lunchboxes littering my desk, and my notebooks and papers scattered all over my cubicle--hoping that the powers that be won't notice my lingering presence. Then again, maybe they've just chosen to remain "unaware" of the fact that I'm still here--after all, if they kick me out, they'll have to evict my mess first. And who dares do that?!?!?
Update: We just had a wine and cheese tasting extravaganza. SEE?!?! THIS why they just might have to drag me out kicking and screaming.
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3 comments:
No one could ever really phase you out. :)
And, I look forward to seeing which wise person phases you in... it will happen in time... hold on, breathe deep.
Hang in there, Nix! Can we meet for lunch this week? Yes, this might involve eating in the lobby of my work bldg, but it cld be fine, you know?
Caveboy.
4:23 a.m.!?! Lawyering is a pretty tough business:( And yes, we can definitely meet for lunch. At least that way, I can make sure you have at least one healthy meal this week:)
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