Like I'm going in circles...
At least if I felt that way I would know where I'm going. Instead I'm on a long winding country road with gravel streets that go up to impossible height and down to breathtaking lows and at the top of the hill you can only see more and more humps to go over and at the bottom when you've forgotten what the top looks like you wonder and almost anticipate it until you get there and see nothing but more road that you've lost all the energy to travel.
And I'm not speaking about metaphorically running out of gas but instead fighting the instict to drive any further lest your drive off one of those cliffs and the magic of gravity pummels you into the gorge below until you're nothing but a mangled flesh of nothing and while that may sound gruesome it's not too entirely far from where I am now because I'm caught on this long hilly road but my head is going in circles and I feel like I just might cry every minute of the day.
And then we're told we've got crappy jobs and then we're told to be quiet, and then we're told that we're way too loud and then we're told that we should've just listened and that maybe if we had we would be somewhere better and maybe we would have if you'd spoken in a language that made sense but in the only place where the only constant is change I find that the only changes are ones that not only make sense but simultaneously SUCK.
They SUCK.
And like the let's make sixteen different types of cart before the horse is even born kind of suck and let's force them to do something they don't want to kind of suck and let's make them feel like if these changes are just too effing much that it's our problem for not being able to keep up because this company is innovation and this company is growth and this company is change and if we don't get that we can just quit because why would it ever change?
When they did layoffs they offered five months severance with full benefits. If only I knew then what I know now...
And I'm not speaking about metaphorically running out of gas but instead fighting the instict to drive any further lest your drive off one of those cliffs and the magic of gravity pummels you into the gorge below until you're nothing but a mangled flesh of nothing and while that may sound gruesome it's not too entirely far from where I am now because I'm caught on this long hilly road but my head is going in circles and I feel like I just might cry every minute of the day.
And then we're told we've got crappy jobs and then we're told to be quiet, and then we're told that we're way too loud and then we're told that we should've just listened and that maybe if we had we would be somewhere better and maybe we would have if you'd spoken in a language that made sense but in the only place where the only constant is change I find that the only changes are ones that not only make sense but simultaneously SUCK.
They SUCK.
And like the let's make sixteen different types of cart before the horse is even born kind of suck and let's force them to do something they don't want to kind of suck and let's make them feel like if these changes are just too effing much that it's our problem for not being able to keep up because this company is innovation and this company is growth and this company is change and if we don't get that we can just quit because why would it ever change?
When they did layoffs they offered five months severance with full benefits. If only I knew then what I know now...