At my work, I’d managed to stay in the same job without getting fired for almost five years! A new record. I wasn’t so in love with my job, though. Instant Segue: I’ve never really liked working and have managed a few breaks from work in my life and those times when I could just be creative have been the happiest times of my life. I really wish to the bottom of my heart that I could figure out a way to not work at all, just live the free life where I could stay home or go to a studio or have a studio in my home where I go to be creative every day. That would be Heaven for me.
So, back to my job, one paragraph later. Sorry, I was overtaken by my passion for the creative life. The thing that was really burning me up about my job was that my boss had submitted me for a promotion, and those higher up than him had turned it down. They gave some concrete suggestions as to what I could do to qualify for the promotion and suggested that he resubmit the papers again in six months. So, that’s exactly what we did. I followed their suggestions to become stronger in my job performance, my boss documented this and then resubmitted after six months. Again, we were turned down, and with an absolutely nonsensical explanation.
Now have I told you that I can come to a boil at times? That I am a true Ragin’ Cajun? Times like, when I am being bullshitted? Well, yes. This was one of those times. When all my power is taken away. When I have done everything according to the verbal agreement, and come to collect on the debt, and those in power suddenly change the rules and say, no, now THIS is what you have to do! En-rages me. So, I did the only logical thing. I packed up my desk and left my job that very day. No notice, no. Because my only power was to say FUCK YOU by leaving them in the biggest of lurches. Ah, yes. Impulsivity. I did the thing that everyone wants to do, but doesn’t, because it’s unwise. Well I fucking did it! And that’s what you call….Wiseitivity.