Everyone is an employee, even the self-employed who often say, “I answer to no one!”, are considered employee’s. If you don’t think so then explain why from January to April 15th of every year Uncle Sam hems you up in a dark alley and digs through your pockets – looking for his cut of the booty; everyone answers to him.  Either way, regardless of the type of job you have, some of us stand out a little bit more than the average person, i.e. celebrities, but even they must feel ordinary at times, especially when they drop down on the short list of letters to the dreaded letter D.

Realizing I was an ordinary employee (OE) was a bit troubling for me at first, sadly I’m reminded of my ordinariness more than I like to. Catching myself daydreaming at work and thinking, “This place will not survive without me”, only to snap back into reality and notice I’m surrounded by nothing but three little padded walls of a cubicle – all I need is a straight jacket to match my heels. It’s during those moments I realize I’m just an OE; normal.

Don’t get me wrong there is nothing tasteless about being an OE, some sit in cubicles and make a handsome salary, but since that person isn’t me, who cares. The best thing about being an OE is our imagination; it keeps us coming to work everyday: we wake up re-enacting our “I Quit” speech, we drive to work cursing at our invisible boss who is sitting in the passenger seat, and we sit in the parking garage praying for 5PM.

Welcome to my Ordinary Employed World!