I’m back from Denver. It’s snowing here, so yay. Tomorrow I’m going to tell my boss I want to be a partner, or I quit. I know I’ve said I wanted to be a peon with no responsibilities for a while, but it’s been getting on my nerves.
It’s painful to watch someone make poor decisions out of inexperience, and not know whether it’s wise to intervene. I know money is fake, but I’m intensely conditioned to cringe when it’s thrown away for no good reason.
I hate being a civilian. I hate working with people who don’t care about a company for which they’ve willingly dedicated much of their time. It raises my blood pressure. I thought I would fare better in an academic setting, but instead, I was surrounded by too much theory, not enough experience, and closed minds.
When a professor told me what I wanted to do wasn’t possible, I silently wished for an immediate refund on every penny spent on my tuition. I was so offended. I didn’t
censor filter myself much back then. I said, “You mean you can’t imagine how I’m going to do it.” And I did it. Dammit.
My expectations of higher education were so far off the mark it’s laughable in hindsight. I was disappointed, but it was a significant lesson. The lesson I’ve learned from working as a civilian is to always be the boss. I’ll be delighted with whatever happens tomorrow. I can’t be a peon for someone with less experience and initiative.
I thought I needed to step aside for the millennials to take over, but I forgot they need us to show them the secret handshakes, first. I’ve felt like I’m stuck in a time warp since I got out of the service. The military is more advanced in many ways. (The reason is too scary to dwell on.)
I do believe these younger generations (Y and Z) are going to reshape how westerners think. Thank goodness. It’s beautiful to watch them enforce a higher standard of how we treat one another. If this is you, thank you. I see what you did there. 🙂