Yesterday Boss Man #1 gave the studio 6 free tickets to Pirates (courtesy of a supplier). This morning Boss Man #2 screamed at everything and everyone and threatened to close down the company. The air smells like simmering anger, sighs of resignation and I-don't-give-a-fuck-anymore-ness. Not exactly chirpy, morally uplifting times.
If more than 10 years of experience give strength and consistency, why do I feel like I'm walking into a house of cards every morning? If the established culture and system has worked and can work for a long time to come, why do most feel unmotivated and unappreciated?
Solid foundation. Sound experience. Bosses who're not suing each other. What's wrong with the picture?
Change. Everyone is afraid of the big word. Try to avoid it. But little by little, it seeps in. With every new employee. With every old one that leaves. Still we numb ourselves and plough on day after day, taking cautious little steps to not upset the balance that requires Change to join the game. Because, let's face it. Change is a cunning motherfucker that could work just about any way. She's so unpredictable, so unsafe, so... daring. Nobody likes to play with Change, she is like the hi-so butterfly that everyone discusses and secretly yearns to follow but in real life, seldom does.
Change is my middle name. Often guised under other names like Curiosity, Adventurousness, Irresponsibility et cetera. With Change, time passes slower, every sensation more exquisite, every face more interesting.
Maybe, one day I'll divorce Change and settle like everyone else. Maybe. Right now I’m still boarding the plane. Nevermind I'm scared and worried like hell.
Hello again, Change.
If more than 10 years of experience give strength and consistency, why do I feel like I'm walking into a house of cards every morning? If the established culture and system has worked and can work for a long time to come, why do most feel unmotivated and unappreciated?
Solid foundation. Sound experience. Bosses who're not suing each other. What's wrong with the picture?
Change. Everyone is afraid of the big word. Try to avoid it. But little by little, it seeps in. With every new employee. With every old one that leaves. Still we numb ourselves and plough on day after day, taking cautious little steps to not upset the balance that requires Change to join the game. Because, let's face it. Change is a cunning motherfucker that could work just about any way. She's so unpredictable, so unsafe, so... daring. Nobody likes to play with Change, she is like the hi-so butterfly that everyone discusses and secretly yearns to follow but in real life, seldom does.
Change is my middle name. Often guised under other names like Curiosity, Adventurousness, Irresponsibility et cetera. With Change, time passes slower, every sensation more exquisite, every face more interesting.
Maybe, one day I'll divorce Change and settle like everyone else. Maybe. Right now I’m still boarding the plane. Nevermind I'm scared and worried like hell.
Hello again, Change.
2 comments:
I've found the best way to deal with change is to run at it full force.
It is odd for the onlookers, but in the short and long term it's fantastic.
Embrace change. It'll help you feel better. It is the basis of human improvement.
Consider for a moment that you are fired the next day. I am sure someone with 10 years of experience like you can find another job quickly. There'd be no reason to fear.
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