Don’t you (forget about me)

[dohnt yoo fer-get uh-bout mee]: The song is so associated with The Breakfast Club, that it is often used in movies or TV shows any time they reference the movie, often with a parody of the iconic ending shot where Judd Nelson throws his fist in the air (perhaps the most famous freeze-frame in movie history, although Rocky 2, where Rocky and Apollo are frozen mid-punch, is also up there).

 

The House That God Has Forgotten part 35: Keeping it in perspective.

So… what is this whole thing “Keeping perspective” I still do not understand what it means.

One day I was lucky enough to have the creator of this phenomena try to explain it to me. They sat me down in a chair in their office and spent 20 minutes telling me all about it.

Surveys to be filled in. How this information would go to the unions and some other people and this would all be put into some sort of thing to “keep perspective”.

Ever after 20 minutes face to face with the creator of this saying I still have no idea what it means. The only thing I know is that no matter what it means…

…It’s not working in The House That God Has Forgotten.

I walk into my locker room. The same isle that I have been in since 2011. I may have moved lockers (to a bigger one and that took me forever to get), but I am still there.

Myself and another woman who moved her locker to that same row are all that is left standing.

I can look at lockers and remember that Annica had that locker, then Elin, then the next one, and they are leaving too.

Me and that woman will always be the last two standing because we cannot leave our jobs.

Like gum on the back of a shoe something holds us fast to the ground, and will never lift our feet up above the ground and fly away.

That is until death, or retirement.

I hear more and more about people. This one floor is losing 4 people, this other floor is losing 2.

Just wait until a little longer after the summer. More will come. Mark my words, more will come.

Then you have the people with potential. Some people that have really moved up, and they are taking off too.

It’s not the new people that are quitting (not yet) it is the ones we have grown comfortable with. The ones that we knew that would always be by our sides when the shit hit the fan. The ones that stomped the floors along with us.

They will sadly be a memory. Another person whose locker I will know where it was at and another person will take it over.

Sure. They go to customs, försäkringskassan, the police and always take “tjänstledig” but how many will come back?

Wake up. Them coming back is rare. A bit like a unicorn coming up shooting rainbows out of their ass.

So the big question is what is going to help us “keep perspective”?

Like I said I do not know what it means so I am little help in the matter. I am only the messenger of my uncanny ability to not understand.

One can take the standard argument that people are younger and do not want to retire from The House That God Has Forgotten.

I cannot blame them for that. If I was 25 and did not have my daughter I would have been gone ages ago.

Sadly I joined the game too late (age 34) and well… at 43 with a 7 year old that goes to school on the other side of the city (I live in Vallentuna and she goes to school in Vastertorp) I do not have the luxury to be able to leave.

Another argument is the pay.  We make almost nothing.

That sucks. But when you are comfortable with your job (like I am) it is nothing to complain about. The most excitement I have is when I play with elevators on the promenade. I get to shift them up and down and play tetris with doors and what not. (I still even do not get stressed about that).

What about job satisfaction?

I think some people do not mind their jobs when they leave. The problem is that they never go anywhere else, or are able to do anything else. It is the same thing over and over again.

Dealing out paper food trays. Opening doors. Closing doors. Shower here. Gym there. Calling lawyers. Getting screamed at. Listening to a grown man cry. Listening to another that knows how to push your buttons.

And never getting to leave from there.

I would love to have the chance to disappear to a new place a month or two a year. I am sure many people feel that way, but sadly that is a special club you have to fight hard to be a member of.

Most likely you will not be a member.

Little known to most people that have read this, I have done more things in my life before I was 30 than most of you will ever do. I have lived in 4 countries, visited one for a few months, and even crashed with a real live Italian family for a whole month.

I have seen what it looks like when someone shoots their head off with a shotgun.

Yes. I have even been a police. A police in a place where everyone had weapons and you never knew what you were going to run into when you stopped them for speeding, or when in their house after they had beat their wife on New Years Eve.

Why did I leave?

You can only see so much shit, and being an undiagnosed bipolar did not help matters much either.

Enough about me. We all know I am not going anywhere. (at least not until my daughter is older, but then I will have done so many years that no one will want to hire a 50 year anymore).

Plus I will have done too many years to turn around. 20 years is a long time to just start over again.

In The House That God Has Forgotten we are losing the best and the brightest and no one is doing anything about it. It makes me frustrated because the answer of leadership is always “keeping perspective”

Does “keeping perspective” in The House That God Has Forgotten mean me looking at another locker that used to be someone I know gone… again?

I guess at this rate I will just have to remember all of the faces, all of the conversations, the smell of their perfume in the locker room as I walk by and watch it all vanish in front of me.

Familiar laughs gone. Inside jokes left behind. And looking over at a locker and seeing that that towel they always use after their workout is not hanging there anymore.

The sound of laughter turns to silence.

And in the middle of it all… I am still wondering as I watch all of this happening around me is;

“What does keeping perspective mean?”

 

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