Now that I’m a low-level administrator, I feel very embarrassed when I think about how we, the professors, must look to the janitors, cafeteria workers, building managers, and all of the people who work hard on campus, without whining, without drama, and without constantly pointing out how they are huge victims of everything.
They must feel like zookeepers who take care of a group of particularly obnoxious monkeys.
I feel this especially strongly in the midst of the discussion among professors about whether to shut down the campus again. There are so many people on campus who have been working their tails off to make sure classes can start. And we are going to tell them, “OK, bye, you aren’t wanted any more, we don’t need what you’ve accomplished.” All this because we are a bunch of politicized, self-important twats who feel the need to “save lives.” But we never ask these workers what they want. It’s like they are servants, to be discarded unthinkingly.
The workers were always there but this is so much easier to see now when really big decisions are made and nobody even mentions that the workers exist. Except to narc on them when one is glimpsed without a mask on an empty campus.