Monday, March 14, 2011

Corporate thank you...

The whole concept of "corporate culture" makes me a little ill. On some level I get the whole "have-a-job-be-dedicated-to-it-and-do-it-well" thing, and I can appreciate and recognize it in my co-workers. I also know that not everyone is made the same. I, personally, want more than working within a "corporate culture" somewhere for the rest of my life. (Disclaimer: not that there is anything wrong with that - to each their own). Work for me is a means to an end. I pay my bills (or try to anyway) with whatever scratch I manage to come up with from my several menial jobs. Meanwhile I dream about writing, playing music, being creative.

This place is a huge joke. Never before in my life have I seen such a humongous cluster fuck in a corporate environment from a firsthand perspective. We temps are ignored and poorly trained, and we get to sit and push F2 and F3 all day. We don't know what we're doing or why we're doing it, but news flash: neither do the people who actually work here. No one has a clue! Half of everyone's time seems to be spent standing around and bullshitting while attempting to look important.

I feel extremely useless, bored and unproductive. So this is what I went to college for. Huh.

My choices are my own; my actions and my decisions brought me here, good and bad. I could have tried harder, studied more, chosen an actual career path. But then, I would probably be one of the ones standing around bullshitting while attempting to look important.

That's not me. Never has been really. Power suits, 9 to 5, "corporate culture"...that's just not me. I am t-shirts and jeans and naps and words and music. I have always been a little out there, a little different. Marched to my own drummer, if you will. I'm okay with that. I'm happy with that. I think I am better for it.

Now...time to stop just dreaming. Time to start creating.

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