I remember the excitement I felt, out of high school and out of college, getting a ‘job’ and making ‘real’ money. remember that feeling?
I felt accomplished, capable and proud. I was earning a living and doing my ‘part’. I felt somehow like a piece of a whole. I was ‘helping’ to achieve company goals and objectives; I was contributing.
Now, it’s today. It is some several years later. I’ve done a few different things, worked in a few different places with different people. I’m becoming more aware of the human dynamic and how it dances with the corporate culture.
While this short little thought could never paint the whole picture or fill the whole pitcher, it is a part I’d like to explore.
There is that part of me that loves and and celebrates the job that I have. I feel whole, and as though I’m contributing and it’s very satisfying. Along with all that juicy fulfillment, there is also a part of me that feels ’sold out’ by the corporate culture.
There seems to be a ‘tell me the story I want to hear’-type of culture that still has trouble finding a place to settle within my being. I feel I offer integrity to my work and to the contributions I give to the company that employs me.
However, those moments when I am asked by the ‘politically-correct’ or ‘career-enhancing’ culture to paint a picture that is defined as a ’story that must be told this way’ instead of ‘how it really is’, frankly, I struggle.
I’m not trying to solve this problem, but rather put a voice to the dichotomy that dances around in my spirit from time to time. I suppose one could get into trouble very quickly if a black and white picture required drawing at this point. I’m sate with allowing this picture to have shades and colors right now, but I do still wonder about it.
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