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Wednesday, 9.22.04: Scribbling, cont'd
This might be bullshit. For nearly twenty years I was a happy corporate insider. I always reported directly to the CEO. And when the new CEO came in 1994, I was thrilled to be singled out as a special advisor. The special advisor. The consigliere. The darling. With gusto, I latched on to a new assignment that allowed me to form a team to reorganize the whole operation. It was very threatening to other leaders, but I was the organization girl. I knew what I was doing and was the only one among my colleagues who had the knowledge and skills to pull it off. So did I think my privileged position would last forever? When my discontent began, was it really about corporate betrayal of the Cause? Or was I just damn pissed that others were getting their turn in the catbird seat? Did losing my special status turn me into a spoiled brat? It is always important to consider one's own dark side before digging into everyone else's. Good girl, bad girl. Better not to draw conclusions too soon about heroes and villains. At the moment I'm having fun exploring all the possibilities. Continued>>>
By the way, at the moment I'm sick of politics and I can barely force myself to pay attention to the news.
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