Wednesday, March 10, 2010

viva la revolution!

You know what almost every teacher I ever had wrote on almost every report card I ever got?  "Andrea is a joy to have in this class."  In other words, I was a teacher's pet.  I always turned my homework in on time.  I always followed directions.  I never went against the rules.  I never got bad grades.  I managed to get through both middle and high school without ever having to serve detention.  And I'm fairly sure that for a long time, my brother hated me because of my goody-goody tendencies.   Any tiny little mistake on his part was instantly magnified 100x because my parents had nothing to compare it to.  I don't blame him for any resentment he harbored towards me.  God, I even hate myself for me people pleasing behavior.  It really comes down to my need to obey and please authority figures.  It's so bad that in college, when I had to meet with a Psych professor about a bad test grade, I started crying in her office.  I wasn't even in trouble!  I just hated the fact that I had done something "wrong".  How pathetic is that?  Seriously, I can feel you actually rolling your eyes as you read this, and I am right there with you.  

So, now that I'm a "grown-up" with a job and everything, the source of authority has shifted from parents and teachers to bosses.  Well, one boss in particular.  You know those cheesy motivational posters that have a picture of people in a canoe with the words TEAM WORK written underneath?  My boss' picture would work perfectly for a DEmotivational poster.  At the bottom would be the word AUTHORITY.  And in small letters underneath it would say It is not your job to think for yourself; that's what I'm here to do.  Deal with it.  And the sad thing is I believe in that crap.  If my boss tells me something that I know is complete bullshit (and trust me, this happens every other day), do I stand up for myself and give my boss a piece of my mind?  No.  Of course not.  What I will do is proceed to have an imaginary confrontation, in which I say so many scathing comments and biting retorts that her head spins.  In my own mind, I am a verbal genius.  I am Norma Rae standing in front of a crowd shouting, "Union!  Union!"  

In reality, I am a passive, meek goody goody who doesn't want to step on anybody's toes.  Sigh.  

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