And This Is EdI feel invisible, most days. I work in an office so deep in the bowels of my building, it makes that guy from the movie Office Space look like he works in a castle.
Okay, so yes, I managed the housekeeping staff, and our supplies were housed down there, too, but still. Whenever I attended a head-of-department meeting on the top floor, most of the other managers treated me like the bastard child of a hundred crazies, or whatever. No wonder Freddie Krueger went nuts.
It was the same at office parties. I would be introduced to a new staff member as, “Oh, and this is Ed.” Then someone would inevitably crack a joke about needing to take out the trash and hand me an empty can. I was rarely amused but I never reacted.
My job wasn’t glamorous. Fine. I’d like to see them try to do
