Friday, January 22, 2010

What about the filling?

I have recently started working for a company (and by recently, I mean, about 6 or 7 months ago) and I have noticed that there are some leaders and some followers. And then, there are those that are just content to do absolutely nothing at all, but that is an entirely different story on it's own.

The leaders are bold and strong and wanna take charge but also most likely to be the one's crawling up the boss's arse for that elusive "gold star" of approval. These are the kinds of people that I like least. Not because I am one of those under-achievers who cant seem to make the grade and am envious. And not because I am an over achiever that cant stand any challenge for my "teacher's pet" position. For the pure and simple reason that I don't understand why some people feel it to be of the utmost importance to show other people up but puffing out their feathers and doing the "I am better than you" strut... What is the point of it? So the boss notices that you've done a good job, or that you have taken some initiative..Oh goodie for you!

But seriously, you lose the respect of your colleagues and peers by being the "but-kiss" of the month 13 months of the year.. People don't wanna be friends with the "But-kiss". The "but-kiss" doesn't get invited for after-work drinks, or to the water cooler to skinner. No one even wants to be seen with the "Butt-kiss" because automatically by association, you then must be wanting to get "butt-kiss" points... The "butt-kiss" is like the red-haired step child of the family...

I don't see what the big deal is about being the favourite... Cos at the end of the day, it takes all types of people to make a business successful and by that, I am referring to the followers of the company. Ultimately, it starts with Nandi, the gossip queen, tea girl, who makes up the very thin, flavour-less bottom crust. And it ends with the beer bellied, power-tie wearing, cold stare boss who makes up the rich and golden-brown, light and fluffy, upper-crust. But what most people forget is those that make up the filling of the award winning pie... The followers...

People like boring and plain, partially and potentially suicidal Mary in accounts, without whom, the company wouldn't survive? What about "I'm so flirty", short-skirt-y, Kylie who answers the phone, who, without her bubbly personality, the company wouldn't survive? How about Mr straight-laced, annoying-as-hell, anal retentive Billy who is otherwise known as the bean-counter, without whom, the company would also, not survive? What happens to the everyday praise for these people?

But then... you get the "I-am-so-much-better-than-you" girl (For this story, we shall call her Vicki) who feels that anything you can do, she can do better.. Vicki isn't going to win any prizes for being the prettiest, or hardest worker. Vicki is a girl with a very low self esteem that fees that in order for her to feel better than everyone else, she needs to make people aware of her (non-existent) brilliance on a daily basis.

She believes that her way to a better self esteem is by seeking approval from the boss, who, truth be told, couldn't actually give a sh*t whether she was there or not as she really doesn't bring anything spectacular to his pie... Vicki walks around with the "Hello, my name is Vicki, and I am the BUTT-KISS of the month" badge permanently stuck to her forehead... She's THAT girl... you know which girl... the one in YOUR office that you just wanna smack! Yip, that's our Vicki..

Truth be told, Vicki means well, but by crawling up the bosses arse 8 days a week, all that is happening is that she is losing the respect of her colleagues and peers and no one really like her. So my question is, what does one want to be the "teacher's pet" for? Can anyone tell me what it does for you in the long run???

Bottom line: whether or not "Mrs Butt-Kiss" of the month gets that gold star or not, she'll still only ever be known as "Butt-kiss of the month" and who wants to be the part of the pie that no one likes?

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