The Executive’s Kid
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
One of the most demoralizing experiences of working at CMGI was when, for a time, I had to work with the son of one of the executives. This kid was younger than me and he had all the respect in the world from my boss and really, my boss just loved this fucking kid. I had been working all summer to gain his respect and I still hadn’t gained it. I never would. But this kid, he just waltzed in there and that was it.
I didn’t really despise the kid so much as the situation. Here I was, a college kid, a liberal arts student, working the fucking mailroom. I’d asked for a computer job from the temp agency and ended up with this. I tried to make do. I tried always to do what my boss asked of me. It was just never enough.
Aside from delivering mail and picking up packages from the many employees in that office and stocking the fridges with soda, I was also responsible for helping put together a new office space on the top floor of the building. It was when I was alone up there assembling cubicles when I was at my happiest. Honestly, I don’t think anyone there liked me.
I think the boss and the executive’s kid, they liked me the least. But then again, I could just be imagining things.