Monsoon Dreamin'

[liveonearth]

It's almost 2pm and a thunderhead is rumbling by, spatting big drops on the pavement but not downpouring like I like. I have a pretty sweet seat here at PRO, in the prosperity corner of the building with windows on two sides and a beam at my back. My plants have grown big enough to screen my windows somewhat.

On Saturday night, at the boss' birthday party, I learned that the woman K that was hired to replace me is moving on. The boss told me accidentally, and when I indicated that I hadn't heard, he acted as if he had made a mistake by telling me. K is competent and bright, but she seemed a little squirrely and now I know why. She got offered another job with higher pay and jumped at it. That's why I was so valuable: I stayed. I learned how the business worked, and then I stuck around to learn some more. It's hard to run a business when you can't hold onto the good staff.

But what gets me is that this news that K is leaving was kept a secret from me. Why? I do not understand this. I have been repeatedly frustrated by the cliquishness of this town and this river business, and it seems the cliques will continue to exclude me until the day I leave. Perhaps they don't want me to see through them, but I already have. Maybe they exclude me because I recognize the "us" vs "them" powerplays that replace the teamwork that is possible among equals. I see short-term make-do approaches to business, instead of the long view that results in success.

I am so ready to get OUT of here. This rain.....could go on for 9 months and I would welcome it. Bring it on. Give me people with open hearts, in a city of gray. Give me people who know they are not perfect and love themselves anyway. Give me a city full of people who do not assume that I am a jackass just because I don't drink until I'm facedown in the sand beside them.

It's really coming down now. Hail bouncing like popcorn, water spattering through the screen and dampening my plants. I love rain.

Comments

[neptunia67.livejournal.com]

Your descriptions of the river world remind me of the bar world that I occupied for several years. Much the same, people feel some strange need to keep information a "big secret" - for some reason this is where they get their notion of having power, I guess. I don't miss that world in the slightest. I so enjoy sharing information and watching people become empowered by it, and knowing that their knowledge helps me in my work, and by sharing knowledge we all succeed.

By the way, your new format has teeny-tiny font and it's pretty difficult to read. I can increase the font size on my browser but I thought you'd like to know. :-)

[liveonearth.livejournal.com]

You're right, it is pretty slow. It also doesn't load as quickly on my windows machine here at work. Does just fine on my mac at home......I'll try another one......just enjoying the colors, y'know.

I think the river world and bar world have something in common: narcissism medicated with booze.....

[liveonearth.livejournal.com]

I mean it is small....