Seniority is trumped by favoritism. Double standards hang in the air. I wouldn’t mind if you had just told me. Instead, you’ve decided to neglect explanation. Obviously I haven’t worked hard enough to deserve a mature conversation. Almost as if you consider me so dull that I wouldn’t observe the injustice. I understand that life is unfair. I can get over it. But the complete disrespect of brushing me off without a word has made me see things differently. Insulting. Now I have to live with it parading before me every time I walk in and out that door.
