Working World

I’ve only recently come to the realization that I have been a work horse. I’ve been used, as a means to another person’s end. Well, I never liked to ‘play the game’ and I avoid office politics as much as possible. Problem is sometimes a tornado whirls by and you can’t stop it from sucking you in in its wake. Long story short, lots of poor policies, turnover, shifting roles on my team have made me see people in a very different light. I’ve been sort of blind sided and it enrages me and frustrates me but also makes me wonder why I didn’t see it. Was it blissful ignorance, wilful ignorance, or just plain naive ignorance?

My brother takes a completely different standpoint than I do. Having heard all about my situation at work, his analysis finds devious colleagues who sought to impress their good intentions on me, when all the while they were plotting against me. Seen through his eyes, it’s all a big conspiracy. Well, now, I wouldn’t go that far. But there is some merit to what he’s saying.

I often take what people say at face value. I don’t bother thinking about their motivations or why they ask something of me or say something to me, or do something. But in hindsight, when it comes to the work environment, it’s not always prudent to just get your work done. Not when other people aren’t. Not when people you work under know all too well your strong work ethic, your commitment to finishing things on time, your low self-esteem that keeps you from pushing your way to where you should/could/might want to be. Not when they know things about you that make all too easy to manipulate you.

I still don’t care for office politics, I still don’t want to be out to get people, and I refuse to operate that way. But now I need to be more aware of my surroundings and look out for myself. Only recently when it all became so obvious and I finally started to open my eyes did I begin to understand what was really going on. I caught people in obvious lies when before I wouldn’t have questioned them. I have been thrown under the bus, when push finally came to shove.

My brother always told me ‘if you don’t have your own plan, you’ll become part of someone else’s’. I don’t think I ever really understood what he meant until now. It’s true. If I don’t have my own goals, vision for my future, motivations, aspirations–any of that–then I will just become an easy building block for someone to acquire, to use to build his or her own future.

I’m learning it’s okay to be selfish and self-interested. These are not inherently bad traits. If you’re working in an environment that operates in  a competitive, dog eat dog fashion well, then you should be self-interested. You should be self-interested or you’ll succumb to the interests of other people. The only other alternatives are changing the game–which I won’t even entertain in my case. Some organizations you can’t change, you have to either accept it and play the game, or chose the alternative: bow out, and find somewhere else to work.

I’ve opted for the latter. I know, office politics exist everywhere, and there are some things we just can’t get around or escape. But I have my own limits and my own boundaries and now I have my own plan too. I know I want new challenges, I want to move on, and I want to be somewhere where I am valued and respected as an employee and a person.

 

Too Comfortable

Oh man. I just posted a video on Facebook about a shoplifting husky, then had an existential moment of wondering what my life has come to. These days are the hardest to get through: boredom, no social contact–it’s a potent combination that leads down a slippery slope. Before you know it you’re questioning your life and how you got here. You’re also chastising yourself for not fulfilling your potential. You were always the top of your class and then somehow fear took over. Sometimes I try to envision the working world as a classroom, to try to boost my confidence. It never works.

I’m not sure exactly what my problem is. It’s a vague sense of fear–perhaps of change, of being too antisocial, not assertive or smart or competent enough. I don’t know. All I can fall back on to boost my confidence is my academic career. And these days it doesn’t help much.

I need to be in a better place at this age and stage in my life. These long drawn out days that feel as though there’s 48 hours packed into a work day really kill my soul. They take over the rest of my world. It’s not enough to feel as though I had a difficult day at work–it’s takes me back to square one and has me questioning how I got here in the first place.

As enjoyable as watching an adorable husky walk into a dollar store and steal treats is, this isn’t what I thought I’d be doing with my life. And here’s the old conflation–I am not defined by my work. My work is not my sense of self, or my main priority in life. At the same time, it is many hours of my life and I want it to mean something, if simply to myself.

I guess I should start hunting again, but I think that’s not really the first step. The first step is this: realizing my value, worth, strengths, and intelligence. Just because I work a menial and often tedious job, doesn’t mean this is what I was meant to do, or what I am capable of doing. What I’m capable of goes so much further, but I’ve stopped pushing and testing those limits. I’ve allowed myself to fall back on familiarity and routine and I think it’s time I seek some challenge and change instead.

When I interviewed for my first job out of university I met a woman who had been working there for decades. It was her first job out of university, and one she intended to stay in while looking for other work. It was supposed to be her foot in the door. Funny thing is, sometimes we just get too comfortable.

Escape

Piercing pain,

Constant throbbing.

Contorted body

Hunched over,

Eyes glazing,

Staring at a screen.

Letters and words,

A blaring lighted backdrop

Diminishing my sight,

Straining my pupils.

My vocal chords grow coarse,

Rust and spider webs

The folly of misuse.

My silent days,

Fingers arched over letters,

Typing away,

Legs shaking,

Voice diminishing

It’s a spiral:

I need an escape.

Bad Communication

Source: sunnylam.ca

Source: sunnylam.ca

 

I had a weekend of writing lots of poetry. Which means it was a bit of a roller coaster. I have a hard time dealing with my emotions sometimes. I hate conflict, I avoid it at all costs, which means suppression. I suppress the things that bother me, push them down, away, out of my mind. Then boom. Something tips me over the edge and I lose it. All the things I’ve been trying to suppress come spewing forth. I realized I’m a really bad communicator. I take my feelings and emotions and I write them out. I need to learn to communicate better verbally.

It’s funny because I truly believe that communication is so important in relationships, and yet I’m so bad at it. Probably part of the problem is that experience has taught me, there are some things discussions can’t change. You work a lot and it bothers me. These are facts. We’ve talked about this, around this, discussed, grappled, argued–and still our actions seem to follow the same path, lead down the same road.

So, what does talking change? It frustrates you and saddens me and hardens me a little. I don’t think it has to be that way though. I think maybe if we try, we can work it out together, by talking.

My brother’s words seemed idealistic but I think he has a point (and surprisingly, good relationship advice). He said we need to talk to each other about these things, and try to find a way to meet each other’s needs. We can’t just say, okay, six months from now when this is off the ground work won’t be so busy, and we’ll be fine then. Just accept this for now and the future will be different.

 

Can’t say it. Doesn’t work for me, or for you, because it keeps coming up every now and again. It’s what my brother said–life is right now. You can’t always be living for some idealistic future that you’re hoping for. You need to tell me what you need, and I need to tell you what I need, so we can get through this time together. Not grin and bear it and hope that it will pass and we will come out the other end unscathed.

The irony is, I’m sitting here writing about this.

Life’s Work

Purpose evades me

As I plug away

Mindlessly.

 

Clicking,

Tapping keys,

Music in my ears

My thoughts at bay.

 

Naiveté told me I

Could be satisfied,

Fulfilled not just

Occupied

By work.

 

My life’s work.

 

Instead I find

Seconds stop moving,

My legs keep shaking,

Fidgety, restless,

Without peace.