I couldn't remember the exact date of my arrival in Yangon. I thought the ten-year anniversary was going to be some day next week, so tonight I thought back to this blog. Here I'd find a post to remind me of that date - and there it was, dated 7 March 2014. My anniversary, an hence my workversery was four days ago.
And no one noticed.
At work, we constantly get emails congratulating this person or that for their 1-year, 3-year or whatever year tenure with the company. Here I am, the senior member of the staff, and my ten-year milestone comes and passes without a word.
Man, I feel like I've been kicked in the gut.
Underappreciated, spurned, underestimated, unwanted...and angry.
I know some people don't like me, but it's not because Ive wronged them in some way. I'm just a convenient focus for their own frustration. Having been with the company for so long, I'm among the best paid employees, and I've earned that. That also fosters resentment.
I can't believe it. I mean, I wasn't expecting a gold watch or anything like that, but a mention in an email would have been... the minimum they could have done.
Do I feel full of righteous indignation? Damn straight I do.
I can't throw it in their faces either.
