Sticks and Stones

I've been called many names throughout my life as I am positive everyone has. And sure... its hurt. I've spent many hours crying over names that people have called me or things that people have said about me that simply aren't true. Not to say that I'm especially a target for name calling and the like, as I think that sometimes when people say the same things about you over and over, there must be truth to it.

No. What happens is that I go name free for a couple of years or so and then I do something to stand out in the crowd. I excel even though I'm young. I work hard at what I do and I do it well. I don't think that a lot of people like that. I don't know why. I just want to do well and please my boss... but apparently this is shit. I shouldn't strive and try hard... I should just piddle around and wait for someone to promote me for doing nothing.

So... I'm a little cynical. Whatever. I'm just not taking positions anymore that require leadership. I had a position as a director of a childcare center and even though the directing part was impeccable, I was still the refuse bin for shit that people wanted to complain about and the target to pin all blame on if something didn't go the way the parents or administration had envisioned. Things change. People are sporadic and unpredictable, but unfortunately this seems to be a running theme among people living in America... the idea that you can control things and that if things don't work out the way that you want them to that you have the right to needlessly try to destroy someone's career.