While there isn't any cruelty, corporate America is messing with me. I'd like to mess with back a little, playfully and kindly, but clearly; I've found out first hand that the only way to be respected in corporate America is politely but firmly slide a job offer letter across one's supervisor's desk.
That can really change the tone and tenor of a conversation
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I'm giving myself 90 days to do two things:
1. Build my skills for a specific category or type of job. I know exactly what those skills are, and how to get them. I have the means and the time to do so.
2. In the meantime, work out my daily physical/mental angst through martial arts and light exercise.
With your kind indulgence, I'll post here with updates.
Leaning on a Fable
Remember in the first movie those knuckleheads are shoving Luke around, knocking him down? That was (metaphorically) me, today.
Then, after getting his butt kicked every which way in the second movie, he shows up at the third movie, standing up to Jabba and generally kicking butt. He even (probably unwisely) faced the emperor.
That's how I want to be: whiny, put upon Luke today, Return of the Jedi Luke on April 27.