long day, waiting at the bus stop for the bus.<\/p>\n
I was just glad I hadn’t missed it yet. I was tuned into my headphones, standing at the stop with all the other people waiting. It was the other people waiting that let me know I hadn’t missed it.<\/p>\n
I sat down in the first seat row. It was a crowded bus. A tall guy in a dodges jacket got up to give a woman in high heels his seat. I had to scoot over and adjust my backpack because this was a full ride.<\/p>\n
The woman pointed to my badge. “I didn’t know you worked for [X].”<\/p>\n
I didn’t know this person would have known anything about me whatsoever. How could she be surprised that she didn’t know who I worked for?<\/p>\n
But I said, yes, and asked her if she worked there too. Obviously<\/i> she did.<\/p>\n
She said that some of the other people at the bus had been talking about me. I had been pointed out as a fellow employee..<\/p>\n
“Oh yeah,” another said. “She works at the HQ buiding”<\/p>\n
“No,” the other said. “You aren’t allowed to wear jeans there. She can’t.”<\/p>\n
But my seatmate had discovered the truth. She saw my badge.<\/p>\n
I always thought I was invisible. But I guess not.<\/p>\n
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long day, waiting at the bus stop for the bus. I was just glad I hadn’t missed it yet. I was tuned into my headphones, standing at the stop with all the other people waiting. It was the other people … Continue reading