Everyone has a bad day at work once in a while. Mine has
been going on for years. Political correctness, protecting one’s turf, and
appearing indispensable when nothing of real value is being produced, are the
top skills most admired in my workplace.
Because I work in
government, the incompetent people in power hire their friends or their
friend’s friends. No matter whom they employ, the despots at the top won’t hire
anyone who they perceive will threaten their deluded veracity or impeach their
thin veneer of credibility. Amazingly,
in my workplace if one gets demoted from management your pay grade does not
decrease. Thus, one is behaviorally rewarded for ineptitude. Where is Sarah
Palin and the rest of the Tea Party when you need them?
What is
the solution for the depressing tie that binds? The creative use of
imagination. We are all told to fear. Fear economic disaster, fear never again
working, fear being impoverished, and fear the unknown. Fear keeps up
hypnotized to the paralyzing acclimation to crazy workplaces, dysfunctional
management, and job dissatisfaction. Years ago I lost everything in a divorce
that spiritually, emotionally, and financially left me bankrupt. Along with my
marriage, I lost my house, my way of being, and hope. But I am still here. How
was I able to rise above devastation? Through having faith in my ability to
imagine and create something from nothing.
We are rarely told to have faith. Faith in
taking a risk, faith in believing one can create a better destiny, faith that
life can renew itself with more fulfillment. In the death knell that is being
sounded at my work, I am reminded the universe is moving me toward syntropy-‘the
tendency towards energy concentration, order, organization and life.’ I am on the road to find out.
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