I must have eaten something aggro last night because I work up at 4:30 a.m. with a mean case of the tummy rumbles. I'm a voracious eater that suffers brutal aftermath. I'm not sure which part of the garlic and oil cheese pizza caused the rumbling, but I decided my best strategy would be to give my stomach a catalyst to purge these aromatic demons from my digestive tract. I fired up a pot of coffee and waited for about five minutes.
Despite grossing myself out, I was stoked that I could head to the mountain with my latest sharting episode behind me. With the fan humming on hi and my girlfriend providing me with the cursory "EEWWWWWW!" as she headed in, I figured today would pretty alright.
But after taking a few runs on the mountain my cell phone blew up with the familiar number of my former employer. That brief spark, the faint glimmer of hope was bright for an instant, then faded. Sheryl Olson informed me that Community Transit had denied my request to be reinstated, and that my former boss had seriously considered it but that it wouldn't work out.
I'll admit that I wasn't having all that much fun at my job before I was fired, but I still think I'm the best Outreach person in the bunch. I'm bummed out. I fucked up. I've certainly lost my mind a little bit. Oh well.
I played polite and nice and thanked Sheryl for her help. I guess if Community Transit doesn't want me as a part of their family, so be it. I think it's funny that we paint this "agency" picture of togetherness until something difficult comes up. Then it all weird, secretive and hush hush.
I wonder if they had sent out an email that said "Gormley fucked up again. He's fired!" would there have been more discussion, a champion for my cause? It seems consensus is the new best way to manage. Never mind cutting edge, leading edge or risk. We're gonna market by committee and proxy!
Someone said a camel is a horse that is designed by committee. Very apt, indeed.
I miss the paycheck and friends I had from my old job.
I don't miss power stuggles, fear, bullshit or posturing. I also don't miss being polite over being direct, enabling underachievement nor celebrating token milestones in the name of Unity.
Good luck with Swift, Social Media and other neat stuff. Call me if you change your mind... I'll be the weird guy with the beard snowboarding every day.
Oh yeah, I spent $1.60 at the ski area today. Rain in the forecast.
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