Might as well because no one reads this and vagueposting is for the same sort of people who subtweet — not me. I like my garbage right out where I can smell it. Metaphorically though as I look around my empty apartment…
…how positive can I be expected to be? Who maintains a sunny disposition in the face of constant and crushing reinforcement of your disappointments: personal, professional, educational. Everywhere I’ve failed is staring me right in the face:
November 2008 – Fired from Campbell-Ewald.
November 2014 – Fled DC for Seattle leaving my badge and six years of consulting tenure behind because I was heartbroken.
November 2015 – Fired from Amazon.
November 2019 – Shortly after quitting my full-time role at GM seeking a leadership role following my MBA graduation realized that I was right back where I didn’t want to be as a staff aug contractor for Ford. Same lift as GM, none of the pay benefits respect or stability.
November 2021 – Evicted, homeless, forced to leave the state to be kept captive like an animal until I could escape.
November 2022 – OK we’ve been working for six months now in still another contract role let’s figure out how to get ourselves back working full-time.
November 2023 – None of that worked. Let’s swing big – we’ll start teaching, lecturing, and get enrolled into a Doctoral program. Surely this will add credibility and marketability.
November 2024 – Nope.
That is, by my count, sixteen years of failure. The same failures. And I’m in the same place this November as I was that November sixteen years ago — don’t know how I’m going to pay the rent, can’t get so much as an interview.
So what have I done for sixteen years?
At what point do I realize it’s over?
At what point do I realize it’s me?
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