Seven-Year Bitch by dixē.flatlin3

I recall once hearing that humans undergo profound changes every seven years of their lives.  This isn’t an academic paper, so investigate it yourselves if you care to, but I am going off of what I remember.  So, this theory would mean that at I am in the midst of one of the periods of change.  And I can feel it in my bones.

I’d wager that it is no coincidence that my child will be seven this year, and my life has been in holding pattern since he came along.  I abandoned all that I knew and dove headlong into a life of stability: corporate job, full-time academics, school functions from a parent’s POV, Flexible Spending Accounts (FSA), and all the trappings of adulthood.

My sentence in this adult world is about to expire, no parole, out only because they have to let me out.  I have short-timers syndrome something fierce.  My attitude at work has undergone a distinct change.  As in my give-a-fuck broke and I am no longer inclined to pretend to fix it.  Or hide the fact that the machinations of the corporate world disgust me.  A teammate was recently promoted to another position; the social slacker on our team, who excelled only at the game of brown-nosing and Corporatese.  After this event I made it clear to everyone I directly work with that I was done, and it was probably best if they avoid asking me my opinion on all company or job related matters.  I checked out that very day, and they all knew it.

I have spent the past few weeks considering what makes my coworkers stay in this environment.  Some of whom have spent the last decade working for the company.  I suppose I can understand starting a job in your 20s and believing that eventually you will advance within an organization, but they haven’t.  Don’t get me wrong, the benefits aren’t bad, but working for a corporation also means you are at the mercy of shareholder profits.

I have studied business during my time with the organization, and I have explained to my peers the moves the company has made since its stock tanked.  Explained how balance sheets and financial statements work, and how the reduction of the more tenured employees lowers liabilities, thereby increasing profits without actually requiring the inflow of cash. Blah, blah, blah…  It is the foundation of my argument as to why I do not see a future with the company as a viable option, but they have drunk the Flavor Aid and we will never agree on the topic.  I see them as sheep now.  Sheep who are working in the slaughterhouse, ignoring all of the warning signs that eventually their necks will be cut.  Bleat, bleat, bleat…

So where does that leave me?  Fuck if I know.  I am tweaking my resume, and reluctantly working on social media profiles that may increase the chances of finding something else.  The company I work for has a reputation of having highly skilled and competent workers, so I am fortunate.  Odd to be looking for a job while I still have one, but better that than the opposite.  I am told that looking for work whilst unemployed is worse, but I wouldn’t really know because I have spent the majority of my life self-employed, which is a perpetual state of unemployment.  Not gonna lie, I kind of miss that option.  Guess it’s time to put on my Big Girl Panties and deal.

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