I sneeze fairly regularly. When I do, the three young women with whom I share an office space blurt out "Bless you" as I say "Excuse me." It is the only time I exist.
Certainly, they'll mumble a reply when I say "Good morning" or "Good night" as they enter or leave our shared space each work day. If asked a direct question, they'll respond, pleasantly enough. But it is when I sneeze that I know I exist.
I don't exist during their extended conversations on hair, vacations or cars. I don't exist when they bring in bagels to share. I don't exist when they make trips to Dunkin Donuts for iced tea.
I've learned they prefer not getting ananswer to their many questions. I've learned they don't care for my opinion. I've learned that being "a temp" means you don't exist. Except when you sneeze.
Causes Jodi Thompson Supports
Unitarian Universalist Service Committee