I feel like I’m in Ed Park’s novel, ‘Personal Days’. Everyone is fearing for their jobs, gossiping who is next. Giving the reassuring but unbelievable comments about how your job is fine and how much people like you. So what if people like me? I am just a face in the sea of other employees. The thing is, as much as I complain about my job, without it I’m pretty much lost. Plus my love/hate relationship with my coworkers is what gets me through the day. These people are so neurotic I couldn’t even make these stories up. The same time I’m being lectured about proper pleadings, I’m also being handed a cookie from someone’s lunch because they know that coconut chocolate chip is my favorite. My face is breaking out by just thinking about the chance that I might be next. And so what if I am? I will be forgotten by next week. We are all expendable.
