Blue
shirts; white shirts
You'd think
College administrators would get it right. But
I never
realized just how stupid humanity is until I got to college, where among the
best and the brightest are the most bureaucratic, systems within systems that
operate with one dismally slow pace, double and triple signing forms, making
sure that every student complies to these rigid standards.
All this
comes at a bad time.
I work full
time and still can't pay the bills. And for this, I get treated like a slave by
my blue-shirted bosses, who want to humiliate me before I go back to school,
taking their shot at the college kid while they still can. Although they won't
see me again after I leave in September, some college graduate will eventually
make hell for them, coming out of college as a junior executive, a piece of
paper issued by some institution saying this soul with 120 credits can now
humiliate a supervisor working here 20 years.
It makes no
sense.
I see their
white shirts floundering in the front office like overpaid grocery clerks with pencils
behind their ears, needing to justify their high salaries as the sweating
people in the warehouse struggle to make rent -- like me.
At college,
the uneducated control the place, bristling with efficiency, while laughing
behind the backs of graduates who won't find jobs as good as theirs, forcing
each future white shirted fool to leap through hoops like trained dogs.
"After
all, you'll be a college grad some day," their eyes say, "And then
you'll make me do as much."
I don't know
which side I hate more, the arrogant white shirts or the ignorant blue ones,
each kicking me around with the presumption I'll get even some day.