I’ll be in a different space when this publishes. Different job, different experiences… different lifestyle? The space I’m in as I’m writing this in late August is mostly a negative space. The veneer is nice and I’m meeting great people that are generous with sharing themselves, yet deep down, it doesn’t feel right. There are malaise and disquiet rumbling underneath my psyche. Why isn’t it good? Let’s explore, to help the “me” of October 13th.
The most miserable people I’ll meet always have goals and no plans for achieving them. Large or small – whether it’s getting out of debt, buying a boat, getting a job, getting a better job, or finding happiness – people seem to be the most miserable when their goal is impossible rather than difficult obtainable. If my current big goal is writing “The Story,” centered on John [left] and Trishna [right], what goals are they focused on?
Spoilers?: Major…? (early plot structures)
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“Thanks for joining us today, Jane, was it?”
Jane sat across a small table from a reasonably-dressed hiring manager. She couldn’t help but notice that most of his attention was at the glass wall behind her.
“Yes. Here’s my resume, too.”
The well-dressed professional gave him one resume and placed another on the table in front of the empty seat to her right.
“Thanks. Well, George is running late again… so let’s jump right in.”
Jane’s first day back into a technical role began innocently. After meet-and-greets, her lead rambled through materials far above anything in her career scope, occasionally speaking another technical language. After realizing she was overwhelmed, she found an opening:
“Hey, umm… Gayle.”
“Oh, have a question about how I configured the Scribewise 88620 ports?”
“Yeah. I… didn’t understand any of that.”
“Yeah, I troubleshoot primarily Wilesware computers with customers.”
“Oh. Dear. You’re in the wrong job.”
“Thanks for meeting with me today, Jane.”
“Before we begin, would you like any coffee, water, or tea?”
“No, I’m good. Much appreciated.”
“So I’m looking to help out our lead on the team. The successful candidate will do what she thinks is best to complete the work as quickly as possible. Is that something you’re willing and able to do quickly?”
“Yes. I adapt quickly!”
“Good, good. How soon can you start?”
“You know, this can be hard work, but at the end of the day, it’s not too bad. We’re not diggin’ ditches or doin’ brain surgery.”
“Yeah, beats retail.”
Jane, and her driver buddy Jim, were headed to their first delivery on a cold morning.
“But you know somethin’? You’ve got more brains than all a’ us. You should be goin’ places.”
“Yeah, should.” She slouched in the seat and continued reading her technical book.
She exhaled as the berating continued. “You don’t have the skills or qualifications for this requisition! Even if you did, Chris’s client is looking for senior candidates, only! They won’t want to train someone!! They want someone that knows This and That. Do you even know about This? Or That?!” “Yes, I learned about both working at Eville L-Library.” She inhaled deeply on her cigarette. “That’s not good enough! They don’t want to train someone!”
“They’re late…” I’ve already cleaned my invisible tools thrice for this heist. I’ve been waiting here at this library park bench until my team shows up for how long now? I told them when to meet me here and to look for my shoes. I’m not especially inconspicuous…
“You there! Didn’t you see the sign? No loitering!”
An eccentric police officer wearing filtering glasses suddenly appeared.
“Oh, officer! Maybe you can help me. I’m waiting-“