Oh along the same lines.
I'm expecting to go back to work Monday and well, be ignored like I was the other week by team.
Actually I shouldn't be so negative ... I talked with another Coworker that works over the weekend and he said he'd help out and understood where I was coming from because the desk was short people this weekend. New supervisor has been swampt and forgot this minute thing, along other things, so I've taken them on.
I feel sad, two others have been there longer than me by a year, the rest are new, but the two that have been there a little longer than me don't know much
Tyring to remind myself what Ext used to say, there's nothing wrong with me wanting to help out, it's just how I am and it's not a bad trait.

Sigh it mixes outside of work too. What's wrong with me?
Yesterday there were two little girls, oldest couldn't had been more than ten, but they had three boxes to carry, two big boxes- one big box, as big as them- and then one smaller box. I carried the biggest box to their apt because I didn't see how the two would be able to do this.
They didn't ask,I asked if they wanted help.
I heard an older mans voice asking the youngest with the small box, 'weren't there more?' When we got to their apartment.


I hope I didn't get them in trouble, that's all I've been thinking with that.... But then again that's because of my childhood and I don't get why he didn't help the girls.

My mom would had scolded me if I were young like that and let a stranger help me and she'd express how how bad people are...
While I can't say my mom would be totally wrong, but aren't there still good people? There of course never were according to her.

Admittedly though, if I were a man, of any race, I wouldn't have helped the girls, due to this day and age...
I hate that I feel bad for helping the girls.