Anyone ever marched into your boss' office to demand that you be treated with more respect and ended up in hiccuping sobs?
Cause that's what happened to me on Wednesday. I literally wept. In my editor's office. Because I hadn't been invited to the Huffington Post staff dinner that night.
He's clearly not used to dealing with these emotional outbursts, since I'm the only woman in an office of about 12 men, so he just panicked and passed me a box of Kleenex.
"What can I say to get you to stop crying?" he said, as I tumbled further into my emotional breakdown.
"Nothing," I said, in between hyperventilations. "I work the same hours as everybody else here. I write articles. I skip lunches. And I do it for free. The least you could do is invite me to the goddamn staff dinner."
He just sat there staring at me for a while. Then he said, "Ok, it's gonna be ok, just take a walk around the block and blow off some steam."
So I walked out into the main office, and all the men I work with were just staring at my red puffy face.
Huge fail. HUGE fail. And after all that, I still didn't get to go to the staff dinner.
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LAURA NO!! I wish I could give you a huge hug right now. I'm surprised that you wouldn't be invited to a staff dinner- who works harder for less than interns???!! and YOU.! I'm so sorry you had to go through that- and without somebody who was more sensitive and thoughtful...what an ass.
ReplyDeleteThey are so lucky to work with somebody as wonderful as you between 9-5- much less see you outside the office...they are the ones who lost in my opinion. xoxo