Crises and catastrophes
I had a slight crises of career choice the other day. On a whim, I Googled some old college buddies, and what I found was a touch disheartening. You see, all of my college friends were creative types. I didn’t know any math or science majors. And they’re all pretty much doing creative things now. One old friend, Sharon, does illustrations for comic books. Mizella does graphic designs for some ad company. Esteban is an editor. Helen does something on movie sets in LA. Milton is in a band. And my old roommate Buffy moved to Sweden, and she’d written some article on racism and feminism that I found online.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m happy to be working in HR, and it certainly pays the bills. It’s also working in HR for a hospital, hiring people who help others. There’s a real core of pride in what I do.
But on Friday, I got a talking-to from my boss about joking around with people, and how I kind of needed to cool it. Apparently, I take it a bit too far at times, and he had specific complaints. I’m trying to rise above it–after all, no one is 100% liked, 100% of the time, by 100% of all people. But when you’re told it’s not your performance that needs improving, but your personality, you can’t help but take that to heart.
You also can’t help but be a bit fucking pissed.
