Two Years.
Two years of dedication, lost sleep, frustration, creativity, and hard work. You would think that after two years and little recognition that something like a name in a program would be easy to do, but what happens? The one time my position is mentioned in a program, it’s not even under my name.
Instead, credit is given to a sophomore, and not even the one who is taking over the position after I graduate in a week and a half. A sophomore who has volunteered his time, for which I am greatful for, but still a name that is not mine.
I suppose I should be happy. They’re writing a poster and placing it in the lobby in order to somewhat cover their tracks, an effort to appease my thoughts and ensure credit is given where it due. They’re going out of their way to fix it, right?
I still can’t help the frustration that is rising within me. I’m pissed and hurt. I’m working an extra show for these people, giving time, that I should be using for studying and relaxing before finals and graduation, to a job that already doesn’t pay for all the hours I put in, and only pays minimum wage at that.
I’ve built this operation system from a primative and faulty computer program and excel files to track and maintain a list of patrons, but they can’t keep a single name and position together in a word document file.
My final show as a senior and Box Office Manager and I am again ignored and forgotten about, but what else did I expect?