The Golden Rule

I broke the golden rule at work. I knew the golden rule, but I broke it. I knew it right when I broke it and kicked myself. I drove with a co-worker to our temp agency because she had to pick up her check. She was talking about her money, her direct deposit. Then she said something about how much we make and I thought, I make more than her. She looked at me and asked if I made the same as she. My face gave it away first. And then I said, well I make a little more than that.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Now she's all huffety because in her eyes, I sort of just screw around. She comes by my desk and asks what I'm doing, and at that moment I'll have nothing. I must always seem to be off task when she walks by. She's jealous that I don't have so much to do. She's swamped and always has her supervisor staring down her back. I sort of do as I please. Nobody pressures me to do much. I'm in the quieter part of the office.
At first she reasoned that I get more than her because I'd worked for them before. But then she thought about it and said, Well, I've been working here for three months now. I egged her on. I told her that she gets the same I made when I was a file clerk. I shouldn't have said that, but I couldn't resist. Because it's true!
She told her supervisor. Her supervisor said something about a reward in the end. I bet they'll hire her forever. That's no reward. That's condemnation to Hell. Only the Damned wander the grey halls of this office.
She's jealous of me because I get perks. An all hours building card (as if I want to come in any earlier than I have to) They've moved me to four different positions now. I have a vastly larger knowledge of the company than she does. I'm in a job now where I have master keys and codes. I am the go-to girl while the real go-to girl is out on leave. I'm loving it. I know the big boss. Personally. I'm friends with his daughter. That's how I got the job. He tried to get me another job within the company too. I know more office people than she does. And I'm an artist. I graduated college. And I'm care free.
I told my dad that I'm walking all over this girl, because she seems to let me. He says it sounds like she put her head under my foot. What else am I supposed to do but take that step?
It feels good.

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