This is Part two. It has very little to do with part one, except that they are both things that have happened to me.
So I have a weird, complicated job that is hard to explain, so I’ve stopped trying to explain it. Mostly. But my Mother taught me that when you get a job, you do it and you do it well. This is not a common sentiment? That is one of the things I’ve learned this summer. Competency is something that I find incredibly attractive (Oo Boy. I see you filing that stack of papers before you’re asked. C’mere and let me holla at you), and that I aspire too. Competency is so hot right now. However, however, however, I seem to be in the minority in this regard. So I’ve been doing a lot of extra work, because my two group members suck their teeth so much they’re going to loose a tooth, and, like I was a sarcastic middle schooler, okay? But I have never rolled my eyes this much. I won’t go into my delicate sensibilities being offended by how rude and disrespectful a lot of these kids are, but. My delicate sensibilities, they are hurt.
So I do a lot of work, and it kind of pisses me off, but I do it anyway because it’s my job and no one else is going to do it. And we were told that we weren’t going to get overtime, so I was mostly doing this out of the “goodness” of my heart, i.e. I literally can’t comprehend not doing something you are tasked with, even if you’re only getting 30 hours of minimum wage for it. You do it cause it’s your job, the end. But last Friday I learned that I might (Might, might, maybe, we’ll see) be getting compensated for the extra work I’m doing. This made me happy (more money! maybe), but also, still pissed me off. I shouldn’t be getting compensated, possibly, for work that someone else should be doing. There is above and beyond, and there is picking up slack. I hate picking up slack, and something about (perhaps, could be, we’ll try) getting paid extra for it, sits with me funny.
I think this is what some people call Morals? Maybe, could be, we’ll get back to you.