I think God should be my next supervisor

January 5th, 2011, 8:01 PM by Goddess



Best. Epitaph. Ever

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Bertha Roberts’ epitaph would be fitting on my own life. I made the mistake of revisiting the Ghost of Caterwauling Past. Many of the old entries are out of order, but the raw emotion is ripping my heart to shreds. Sick AND tired, I was … and remain.

The marathon-dating of years past doesn’t bother me. I’m rather proud that I seemed to have a new guy every two weeks. Go, me. 😉 But the hostile workplace I described, while never replicated to the exact detail, has cropped up again and again.

And I am so proud of myself for never believing what others said about me. Sure, I wonder why I fail to thrive in most environments. But it’s never for lack of trying. In fact, in every instance of “failure,” my heart had been stomped out of my chest cavity long before I hit the bricks.

I see the same complaints from back then cropping up now. And I consider the sources.

Rather than analyze and agonize to death, I’ll just say that I’m a square peg who keeps trying to shove her pudgy pork roast ass into round holes where it doesn’t belong.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my next career move. Sure, it’s contingent upon getting an offer. But while my former pastor is continually beating it into my head that I need to find “faith friends,” I finally said I have those … all over the world. It’s faith EMPLOYERS I need a better selection of.

I worked for a miserable pack of atheists for a brief time. And most of my paycheck-signers would have a roof collapse on them if they dared to enter a house of worship. In fact, the people who are helping me now are fellow God followers.

Sure, I am not the holiest of thou and will never claim to be. But there is something to be said for people who fear God and respect their fellow man. I mean, the real Christians. Not the hypocrites. We all know they are out there. 🙂

No, I’m talking about the faithful. Those who see the bigger picture. Those who don’t gossip behind everyone’s back and insult them to their faces. Those who WANT their employees to succeed … to not be threatened by their talents or their connections but rather to tap into their employees’ potential.

I have NEVER been threatened by an employee. And I have made it my practice to hire people smarter than me. You know why? Because I have a LOT to teach them. And I want them to come up to my level … so that I can go to my next one.

Of course, there’s always the risk (and reality) of hiring your replacement at half the price. Ask me how I like them apples.

But sour grapes aren’t in my fruit bowl. Because imagine the combined power of the willing to learn with the willing to TEACH.

Brian Houston at Hillsong Church in Australia had a GREAT quote that I can’t let go of: “Leader’s goal: Teach people how to COLLIDE with their purpose, rather than FALL on their feet, or CRASH in their failure!”

In other words, instead of setting people up for failure, leverage their strengths. Here’s the wonderful thing about ideas — there are always new ones. Why not get fresh blood into your circle, teach them all you know, and let them help you to attack the problems you’re charged with solving with their fresh eyes?

It works both ways, whether up the food chain or down. And it’s hard to be the one in the middle with dramatically different relationships in both directions.

I’m not saying everyone’s worth saving. They’re not. Sometimes you do have to part ways. But everyone deserves a fighting chance … NOT a fight every day of their lives.

Anyway, I say all of this to say that in my next boss (and it may just be myself), I want a man or woman of faith. Fuck it — a man of faith. My track record sucks with women anyway. And if I’m my own boss, I KNOW I’m in for a real bitch. 🙂

I don’t have to sit in the pew next to my future supervisor. But to have full faith and confidence that those I’m working so hard to support have MY back too (and not a bullseye, “Kick me” sign or a switchblade on it or in it) would be a genuine gift from God.



9 years and nothing’s changed

January 5th, 2011, 10:39 AM by Goddess

I just re-published some archived blog entries from 2002 through 2004.

The very first one broke my heart all over again. I’ve gotten so much smarter and stronger.

Perhaps I should be embarrassed by some of my history. But it’s mine. And I’m not one to apologize for my own evolution, as I’m self-aware enough to learn from it.

See where the saga of Caterwauling began. …



It’s like the Veggie Patch*, but in reverse

January 5th, 2011, 9:01 AM by Goddess

The phrase “dysfunctional dynamic” keeps playing through my head. It’s probably a chapter title in a book I need to stop talking about and start writing. But I will say that it’s something I witnessed a lot throughout my life and do not miss.

I’m thinking that this forced hiatus from the workplace is rather fortuitous in its timing. My mom is not doing well. And while I know I should be pounding the pavement to secure my next paycheck, I also know that I need to take advantage of this time and get her health taken care of. Before it’s too late. Which, it’s looking like it could already be.

And when it all comes down to it, no matter how much I’ve complained (and I’ve done a lot of that) about the over-extended extra-terrestrial being from outer space blah blah blah, she’s been my No. 1 fan for 36 years. Can’t say the same about anyone else. And I need my champion to be around when things start going right again and I can get back on track with achieving my life’s goals.

That’s another thing that irks me, moving on to life goals here. That there are people who can keep us from them. Like, I really do want to adopt. And right now I have to budget my Paris fund (yep, that’s all I’ve got, folks) on getting myself, my mom and my cat through this unexpected phase of no money coming in.

And while that’s nobody’s responsibility but mine, it kills me that I was lulled into a sense of security … that I felt like I could travel and eat nice meals and, for once, LIVE A LITTLE … but it was all a mirage.

And in sniffing around for my next opportunity, I have to get excited over being told that I have to leave Florida to take this job. Or to take a $30,000 pay cut for that job. Since when did moving up in the world mean having to apologize for being worth what you’re paid and working from where you want to live?!?!

The mind, it boggles.

I mentioned to mom about the ridiculous pay cuts in store if I take this or that. And she said that’s a load of crap because that means compromising my own goals. How will I get to Paris on X per year now? How will I adopt that adorable brother/sister pair (ages 4 and 6 — I can see it now) who are waiting for me to get my shit together?

I’m not saying I was in love with the way things were just one month ago. I just wanted to figure out how to make things right. It took me nine months to learn the business. I was finally starting to understand who the players are and what they’re capable of.

And while my own role was nothing but a big question mark to me, I figured that if I could leverage my own strengths with everyone else’s, we’d rock the house. And in a way, I’m angry that my chance was cut short. But in another way, I know they won’t get where I was going to take them without a “me.”

Alas, as much as I wanted my mom to find her own way without me, it never happened. So I hope that it isn’t too late to help her … and something tells me this will be the hardest job of them all. But it will be the only one that’s still there for me at the end of the day. And in that, I feel like I’ve finally gotten my priorities straight.

(*Remember when blogging got me fired? It’s refreshing to be fired and THEN start blogging!)