Every time I work for someone else, I spend a lot of time fantasizing about quitting.
I love work. I enjoy being productive. I get excited about accomplishing goals. But I chafe when I work for others. It doesn’t matter who the boss is. It doesn’t matter how well he treats me. If I must take orders from someone else, I’m unhappy — no matter how nicely the orders are given.
Early in my life, I always blamed the boss. For years, I thought that each boss I had was dumber than the last one. I’ve told you before about how my arrogance about my boss almost got me fired from my first full-time job. (I really should have been fired, but luck got me promoted instead.)
The pattern continued. Every boss I had seemed terminally stupid. I knew more than they did and I had no respect for them. Even though I obeyed their orders — for the most part, at least grudgingly — I chafed and I knew I could have done their jobs better than they did.
It took me a long time to have an epiphany.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
Why do we stay in prison when there’s no lock holding us there?
What if other people see you or hear you differently than you do?
I’m trying to silence inner critic who says I ought to be perfect
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone