i never feel more exploited or oppressed then when i'm at work. maybe that's par for the course, but i think it is exacerbated by the fact that i work at a posh resort/spa, staffed with mostly spanish speaking immigrants. it's always when i'm walking to the kitchen from the parking lot approximately 1/4 mile away, when i pass the upper class bourgeoisie scum out on their leisurely morning stroll or bike ride into the quaint little town that they enjoy as novelty. they smile, usually, but that doesn't help bridge the distance between us. i am there to serve them, and that usually doesn't bother me because you've got to serve somebody, but then i think about what the rest of their life is like that they can afford over three hundred dollars a night to come stay here. it makes me feel so unequal, not that i want to be like them or anything, but like when they look at me, they see 'the help' or something.
i get so frustrated by this daily occurrence, not to mention the fact that i spend EVERY single holiday working to make theirs enjoyable. another fact that usually doesn't bother me because there really aren't any holidays that i'm dying to celebrate, or even feel good about supporting, but holidays are typically days that everyone has off and can go spend with their family if the choose.... and after 5 years, i kinda miss that.
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