Woes of Subordination

Sure, it can be quite enriching to be guided by a mentor or a boss and to be told HOW to do things. There are few things that can parallel the experience, of course, if the boss is of a commendable nature and has the elusive quality of swallowing his/her ego to deal with you. I have worked only in a handful of companies and under some quite privileged bosses. Why, you ask, am I not the one honoured here, but the boss? Well, because he/she’s fortunate enough to be a guide of ‘How-not-to-be’ and no one gives credit to the giver there; if they taught me how to be, I could sing their praises and glories, but it is not so. 
Fortunately for me, I lived my childhood under a very bossy sister, through whom, I learnt how to stand strong, to fight back and never give in. She, however, has this amazing quality of being stern yet considerate of the subject’s feelings. Fight back, I did; hurt the opponent, no. I have been taught as much by my family as the circumstances of my life hitherto, to be strong and yet gentle, to be generous and allowing yet be able to put my foot down when it doesn’t feel right. I have been taught patience, honour and respect, three things I expect to a bare minimum of anyone who crosses my path. Call me intolerable, but that is the way I’m wired and that’s how life makes sense to me.
Subordination, I feel is a very precarious position to be in. One can either be open to the advantages AND shortcomings that come with it or be very grouchy and sour about being treated low. A modicum of respect for a person’s intellect and an enthusiasm for their way of doing things would be well appreciated, since if I’m being treated less than what I am, I will expend majority of my efforts to reach a standing where I am of any considerable value. Then when will I endeavour to grow, to reach my capacity and beyond? The least one expects for one’s work is at least a nod of acknowledgement, even if not a thorough and detailed description of our endeavour. Not doing so, would be an insult to our trials and the lack of acknowledgement would be rubbing salt into the wound. 
This I write in desperation, in a fit of anger that is unbecoming of me. I have but few expectations of people and like everyone else who expect, it has been my undoing. If I’m being tested for patience, it is a very unethical way to do so. I don’t mind being assessed for my dedication and passion toward what I commit myself to. Today, I have learnt that many people do not care for their inferiors in the way one expects. I just have to stow away my temper and look about for an astute and witty way of dealing with this overwhelming situation. I have a long way to go and yet more to learn. As they say, to the victors go the spoils. I have emerged from this situation, having learnt something that has enriched my character and broadened my view of people if by a minute degree.