My Life… My Thoughts

My boss just left the office today.  He and his wife are going on a skiing expedition for a couple of days.  I should be happy about this, knowing that he wouldn’t be behind my back watching every mistake that I make.  However, I find myself indifferent towards the responsibility that comes with it.  He has placed me in-charge of everything that goes around the office.  And I mean everything…down to the nitty gritty details of buying the minor ingredients that the production people would need to make pizza samples.  He left me with some cash and his credit card in case there are emergency supplies that need to be purchased.  Though this is the perfect time for me to show them that I am capable of handling bigger responsibilities, I feel indifferent towards it.  Perhaps because I am not paid as much to be handling such, or I am just simply lazy.  I hope it is not the latter.  I’m scared that I have slowly imbibed the American mindset of always putting a numerical figure for every effort spent.  But more than anything, I detest the thought of doing the things that my boss does.

I detest the thought of having to deal with Roberto, my grumpy mexican co-worker.  It is always difficult to talk to him because he doesn’t give you 100% of his attention and his aura is simply obnoxious.  However, he holds key responsibility, being there since the company started.  If one wants to get things done, one has to go through him.  Another thing I detest is the thought of having to stay at the production area, where it is freaking hot and loud "earwax eradicating" Mexican music is being played.  These guys really love playing their music so loud.  I don’t know if I detest it because I don’t understand it, or simply because I do not like their music. Maybe both.  Majority of my co-workers are Mexicans and 80% of them don’t speak english.  I have to grapple with my Spanish if only to get my point across.  I oftentimes have to get pointers from K, who speaks Spanish so fluently.    But dont get me wrong, most of them are nice to me though.  Language barrier is just a major problem and more often than not, I have a hard time relating to them.

Whew!  I don’t know how tomorrow would go, I just hope that I would be able to fit in the Big Man’s shoes.

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