Friday Night Late
I've done pretty well, climbed the corporate ladder, got places and am well respected. Whatever that means? I toed the company line, kicked plenty of goals, made them money.
It should be great, I should be a pig in shit. Straight to the pinnacle, such achievement, such a straight trajectory. I'm a bloody great success!
So, why don't I feel like one then?
I feel like I have done everything everyone has ever wanted of me and in that "doing" I'm now wondering if I forgot about what I wanted.
I'm trying to squash down the felling of unfulfillment. Just try a little harder, work a little longer, be more contentious, and you'll feel good again.
I found that when I enjoyed repairing internal mail envelopes, more than my actual work, I realised something had to give. Maybe, I thought, I could be a $80 per hour mail boy.
It should be great, I should be a pig in shit. Straight to the pinnacle, such achievement, such a straight trajectory. I'm a bloody great success!
So, why don't I feel like one then?
I feel like I have done everything everyone has ever wanted of me and in that "doing" I'm now wondering if I forgot about what I wanted.
I'm trying to squash down the felling of unfulfillment. Just try a little harder, work a little longer, be more contentious, and you'll feel good again.
I found that when I enjoyed repairing internal mail envelopes, more than my actual work, I realised something had to give. Maybe, I thought, I could be a $80 per hour mail boy.
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