Blogging Archive…as such – November 14, 2009

A bit about why I hate Corporate America…and why it seems to hate me back.

I feel as though I was drowning and didn’t realize it until I received a breath of air. For two weeks, I was underwater with a new job that took up almost all of my waking life. I pushed hard for this job, sacrificed many things to make sure it was done right, only to suffer a lay-off yesterday. An immediate lay-off, even. Not even time to collect my coat and say my goodbyes.

Part of me feels relief, as I do every time a job ends. Oh, and have jobs ended for me! I have been dubbed “the cooler” by my funny-sometimes-smartass husband because several companies have closed while I was working for them. Three, in fact. Three companies have gone under while I was in their employ. We’ve discussed the many possibilities of me taking on larger corporations, such as Wal-Mart, Starbucks, or McDonald’s, to see if I might single-handedly bring back small-town America.
What it all boils down to, though, is that I am just not made for corporate America. And it certainly doesn’t like me, either. I was a silly little school girl, training to be an opera singer, and never planned for a back-up career. I don’t know if there are lessons on how to survive in corporate environments; if there are, I would have skipped them anyway. Damn the man, and all that stuff.
Sometimes, though, I can’t help but wish that I had that particular bone in my body. Whatever the “can survive corporate environment without plucking out eyeballs” bone is called, I don’t have it. I never will. For my own sanity, I should probably stop trying to force the issue. Whatever company I would have worked for should thank me. They’ll live to see another day.

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