Corporately Induced Coma by dixē.flatlin3

Corporately Induced Coma by dixē.flatlin3

13 months ago I accepted a new position within the large corporation I have worked for since 2008. I specifically did this to force myself out of my comfort zone, and initiate my departure from Corporate America.

In the past 13 months I believe that my creativity has severely atrophied, as evidenced by the lack of content written. I did manage to submit a screenplay to a college-sponsored contest, but even that was back in August.

I have channeled my creativity into other areas, such as beekeeping. That has been a very rewarding and time-consuming endeavor. But the nagging feeling that the right side of my brain was slowing dying persisted.

It’s been a year-and-a-half since I graduated from college. Nothing fancy, just a plain, old undergraduate degree. But I have been adrift since then, not really sure what direction I wanted to go in. A good friend shared that it took him about the same amount of time to decide where he wanted to go after graduation. Recently I happened upon a job posting in another state and randomly decided to submit my resume.

The moment I read the ad, something just clicked. I knew that I was uniquely qualified for the job, and it would be a great, career-advancing job title and opportunity for me. But it’s in another state, one that I have never even seen. And yet I continued to pursue the job. Followed up to see if my resume had been received, which it had not, so I resent it. Sent follow-up thank you emails and notes via snail mail for the opportunity to interview via FaceTime. Everything I have read about nailing an interview, I did. And you know what? That shit worked.

Now that I have been offered the job, I don’t know what I want to do. I would be escaping the desperate hell that is Corporate America, but also abandoning the security it provides. Granted, it is a false sense of security because layoffs are constant, but it lulls a lot of people into complacency.

The new job would throw me back into a creative environment, but in a high-level management role. Some fancy shit that has me spooked. But I know I must take whatever drastic actions are needed to save the part of me that has always been the part that saved me.

Wait, what?