I Only Have Eyes For You

[i ohn-lee hav (aɪz) fawr yoo]: This song was written by Henry Warren and Al Dubin for the Busby Berkeley movie musical Dames in 1934, where it was introduced by Dick Powell and Ruby Keeler. Ben Selvin recorded it that same year and landed at #2 on the charts. The Flamingos recorded it in 1959, and it also appeared on the American Graffiti soundtrack from 1973.

The House That God Has Forgotten part 72: Knee Deep In It.

Excuse me if I seem all over the place in this post. I am exhausted. Bags under my eyes and the feeling of no energy. To early to fall asleep, but living like a zombie all day. I was supposed to teach some new today how to do my job and I feel like I failed them. I was tired, had no energy and had no focus what so ever. Even that big coffee this morning or a caffeine tablet helped.

It was one of those days. How I am feeling today is not the whole point of this entry of my blog post today, there is something else on my mind.

You see there is a love affair going on at The House That God Has Forgotten. This tale of a  people who fall hopelessly in the idea that kissing ass will get them, father. Sadly enough it is very true.

There are “certain” people that you see everywhere. Writing comments after the wardens monthly “newsletter”. Stuff like “Thank you for an informative letter etc. etc.” Always in the hopes of moving forward.

Or the classic “I am going to move the chair in front of my office in the administration corridor because the same person is sitting there”.

Waiting like a vulture after its prey. Lurking for the next boss to attach themselves to.

You see the on the floor you work on. Running into the bosses office and telling them every single detail of what is happening on your floor. How if the boss had “normal” clothes on they would compliment them on their outfit every morning.

The art of working hard for getting up ahead at The House That God Has Forgotten is a lost art.

The person I am talking about that sits in the chair never has to work. When the prospect of having to do their job comes up, they almost like a car racing out of a robbery manage to find someone they “need to talk to”.

They also have a primo schedule. Monday to Friday, office hour times. Never a long day like we have, something that blows my mind.

I know people on most of the floors are not blessed with a wonderful schedule like this, but it still happens at The House That God Has Forgotten. And the people that are left behind, we work hard and get nowhere.

I know I sound a bit bitter, but that is not the case. Just “observant”, aware of what is happening around me. I am not jealous that people are moving ahead of me. There are people that I have trained that have gone farther than I have in The House That God Has Forgotten, I am happy for them! Even proud of how far they have come.

I, however, am not content with people that kiss ass to get further. It makes me sick to my stomach. I can feel the bile from my stomach slowly creeping up my throat.

How do we stop this? Sadly enough it is a losing battle. We will never win, and they always will. They will never stop and the world will keep moving with more people that totally out in the open “kiss ass” to get what they want.

I still honestly as I sit here and think about it, how many things can a person have to say to their boss? To me, they seem like non-people. They do not exist like we do. They are in a secret world of being in meetings and running all over the place with papers in their hands that we have no idea who we are.

When I have my yearly talk with my boss I have to look around in their office and find something to talk about. (I think honestly I impressed my old boss that I knew the artist of her painting print that hung up on the wall).

You see, the art of making people feel comfortable in letting them assume you are stupid and then showing them that you are more cultured and smarter than they expected you to be.

So yes. In conclusion on this matter, I have to say that these people that try to kiss the asses of bosses to get what they want they are in a love affair with THEMSELVES because they think or believe that they are going to get somewhere, and sadly in The House That God Has Forgotten, they know it is true.

Completely off the topic of ass-kissing.  I have had the pleasure in the past couple of days of learning about the office of probation here in Sweden. It does not seem as though it is so nice as we people on the floor think it is.

It is long hours, phone calls and emails over vacation. 45 people on a caseload, and dealing with unstable people without having any way to protect themselves. It is them in a room, with someone that can be unstable, violent, or high on God know what and have nothing but a desk between them.

They see the same people we see behind closed doors, but they cannot close a door and ignore them when they go all crazy.

It has changed my perspective on the people. It is not just a sweater maffia that can “flex” the clock and work Monday to Friday. I am slowly learning that they are in the trenches just like we are, and sadly, mostly, on their own.

They have no colleagues that know “that guy who always…” because they are on their own.

So I would like to send a little shout out to them and say that I am starting to understand that you too that work in The House That God Has Forgotten have the same problems as we have.

Anyways…I will now bid you a good night. I am tired. Time for me to hit the sack, cut some Zzzz’s and get ready for another long day at The House That God Has Forgotten.

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