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Shreds of dignity.

Posted by Shame on May 9, 2006, at 14:15:02


Always tell it like it is. Keep your promises. Take responsibility for your actions. Sounds like good advice; an expectation that everyone should aspire to meet.

The corporate world lives by a different creed. Lies of convenience. Recidivism. Maintain plausible deniability of all decisions. Look out for number one.

That is what a manager sells their soul for. The right to forget decency and use the tools of a liar to increase profit margins, bloat their salaries, and justify their own existence.

How does it feel to know that the good part of you has died in order to fill your pockets with money and place yourself above those that struggle to make ends meet? I hope they choke on every dime. I hope they taste the bitterness of every lie and feel my hate for them as a black hole in the pit of their stomach. When the end comes and they meet their maker I hope they see nothing but contempt and disappointment where a welcoming benevolence should be.

Are my feelings cause for shame? Perhaps, but when promises are made, compromises are reached, and an accord is struck there should be consequences for pretending it never happened. Perhaps they should inherit some of my madness. They should question their sanity as I questioned mine when the denial reached my ears. To try and make up for the deceit by paying lip service to my skills should hollow them even more. I may be mad, but I'm not a fool.

So, I remove myself from the source of the madness. I bid them goodbye. Now they see the consequences of their actions. Their pleas for negotiation fall on deaf ears. They say my departure devastates a 5 year project. I say their irresponsibility has devastated my sanity. The time for reason is over. Reap what you sow.

I clean my desk and prepare for the walk of shame. They walk you to the door like a common thief, marching you past your co-workers so they may brand you as Outsider once again; so they can see you as someone who has failed, and so you must move on bearing the burden of that failure.

But I will hold my head high, meeting their stares with unflinching honesty. I will look into my manager’s eyes and he will know who has no soul. I will look into the eyes of my co-workers and they will know that I have done what they will never do; confront the beast and throw down. This far, no further.

I bid them a welcome goodbye. Perhaps opportunity waits somewhere else, perhaps not, but one thing is certain; my soul, my mind and my dignity will be intact when I get to where I am going.

So help me, those I will never let go.


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