I love having a blog. It allows for me to be honest with the world on a verbal basis. My life is the result of experiences and knowledge accumulated with time. Today I want to introduce myself as a working American citizen. My job description: Machine Operator and here are my responsibilities. Now you do the math.

Mail room: UPS, I make sure all Overnights, Grounds etc. are properly weighed, packages packed according to requirements, ready to go at the time of service; Prepare mail for postal services including: certifies, priority, Express, etc. insure mail get to post office daily. When necessary, I do bulk mail. Call Fed Ex or any other distributor when pick up services are needed. Make sure the mail machine is functioning properly by mild maintenance or calling for service. I do Inventory in house and out. Make sure copiers are functioning properly and maintain supplies for each machine. Call for maintenance as needed. Insure all supplies for company use is available and inform ordering as needed. Copier person: Make copies as needed for all departments and servicing companies when requested. Order Clerk: Fill all incoming orders for distribution. Make sure forms, materials; booklets etc. are available if not alert for ordering. Documents not ordered are created by me such as booklets, business cards, forms, pamphlets etc. I use paper cutter machine to create applications, mail forms for in and out of house use. Data Entry Clerk: key in invoices for orders filled once a month. Relieve receptionist daily and fill in when she is on vacation. Mild typing, cash sheets, answer phone and retrieve messages.

I do my work with a sincere heart and appreciation for having a job. The co-workers are wonderful to work with. I don't have to pay insurance and our vacations and personal days are awesome. I love my job. I must say I am the lowest paid person there. Sometimes it is difficult facing everybody knowing this, but I do it with a smile because I know my self-worth is not based on their conclusion of me.

My point today is that I accidentally stumbled upon information revealing the salaries of everyone in this huge organization. I was like a flea on a dog in wages in contrast to what they were making. My self-esteem dropped tremendously for a minute. I had to remind myself; God only can give me my self worth.

So long, I fought for a wage increase knowing when I entered the job position the wages were beneath the responsibilities. Each time I presented myself, the reason for my low-scale wages was due to the budget. I accepted that knowing in the back of my mind if I was someone who they really liked they would find a way to give me more money. Sure, I get a little help in some of my physical labor but not in my pocket. What I am saying is this: When I saw the millions of dollars this huge corporation made, I almost cried because I know what they did to me twice since I have been in this position.

They re-evaluated my position and found me unworthy to live a life of luxury as they have allowed themselves to live based on a lack of concern for my well-being or my worthiness to enjoy a slice of the pie. I couldn't believe it took them weeks and months to decide to deny me an increase saying I lacked job specification knowing many people making thousands of dollars received it because it was based on opportunity to grow. But I was denied based on their self-righteousness to deny me a lap of luxury that filtrated through out the organization.

You see, I was just minding my business when this discovery was made. I tend to type my name in the search engine to see how I am doing in the literary market. To my surprise my place of work showed up in my engine revealing my income to the world. I clicked on it and saw not only my own but everybody in the company. I was shocked of how much money they justify making off hard American working people. It was then that I understood why I can't and will never make more money. They must accommodate themselves to live a luxurious lifestyle they have justifiably created for themselves.

It matters not that I dedicate myself to my work and care about my co-workers sincerely. It matters not that I had to fill the slots of three people released. I am to be happy I have a job. You know what? I am happy and thankful but sadden in my heart the American worker is looked upon as the scum of the earth by corporate America.