And leave where you are not.
Lately, at work, there was a desk-neighbor who passive aggressively made a remark about the difference of being nice to others and the obligations that it imposes on others. I was hoping to be nice, lowercase, to have a pleasant relationship with most of the people on my floor. I think I do.
My manager liked that about me to being with. And then he forced me to work with someone (who wasn't there, mentally and also physically- he was moving across the country). And we had to work together directly. Now the guy is moved and we are just starting to work together as the team my manager envisioned. But he is stubborn, and refuses to allow mistakes or different modes of working.
I'm glad it's over. I needed a kick in the butt to leave that place. It was getting too comfortable. My only concern is that I live my life in 10 month or 8 month stages. Getting money and then LIVING. Nothing steady, nothing consistent (except WRITING). It's fine, but it's disorienting. And hard on the heart.
But I was called a few weeks ago to participate in the Thoreau Farm Blog, to become a regular writer And contribute to the 200 year BOOK. I DO have an artistic and emotional home (and Mom LOVES and misses me!), I just have to recognize it.
Lately, at work, there was a desk-neighbor who passive aggressively made a remark about the difference of being nice to others and the obligations that it imposes on others. I was hoping to be nice, lowercase, to have a pleasant relationship with most of the people on my floor. I think I do.
My manager liked that about me to being with. And then he forced me to work with someone (who wasn't there, mentally and also physically- he was moving across the country). And we had to work together directly. Now the guy is moved and we are just starting to work together as the team my manager envisioned. But he is stubborn, and refuses to allow mistakes or different modes of working.
I'm glad it's over. I needed a kick in the butt to leave that place. It was getting too comfortable. My only concern is that I live my life in 10 month or 8 month stages. Getting money and then LIVING. Nothing steady, nothing consistent (except WRITING). It's fine, but it's disorienting. And hard on the heart.
But I was called a few weeks ago to participate in the Thoreau Farm Blog, to become a regular writer And contribute to the 200 year BOOK. I DO have an artistic and emotional home (and Mom LOVES and misses me!), I just have to recognize it.
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