Lunch done, time write, I told the Nurse in a text a second ago. Meeting with VP earlier has me so on fire I barely know who I am. That’s only because I’m comparing SELF to the me of months ago. This morning driving on Adobe toward Old Redwood Hwy, crossing Petaluma Hill Road where I would have fucking turned right to get to old office.
I cannot tell you enough how amazing this feels, to be fucking FREE. Not just from that horrible Corporate poison-sea, and from x, but from the mind of the old me.
I’m here, about to enjoy this banana after a healthy lunch. More emphasis on that, but more later. Need a sparkling water.. organizing thoughts, as stressed in the meeting.
Nearly a bullet-point rhythm and deliver of my dimension. Hemingway-like, I guess.
Breakroom, others eating and quietly. Me here with back and tall video game setup between wall and I. Not looking at clock, replaying conversation with VP. I’m the lead educator here…. Seriously, am I dreaming?
Another meeting, after that with VP, with a fellow educator here but in different department telling me they offered him a “dream job”, which they did, as the company did me I told him. Our energies are matched and we have a collaborative meeting or jam session on Thursday I believe.
Need a sparkling water. But don’t want to step away from this laptop. Focus is on this new Story, the final in my “career”. Bringing myself to a place of conviction and self-materialization that I’ve never seen.
Okay, get your water Mikey…
Each day a curriculum—
Okay okay I’m going…
Got water, opening. Magic of the postmodern promise right in front of me. Four other people in this room with me, all positive and smiling when you see them walk in this building or the other.
I wrote this years ago, during my last tenure here – Who would have ever thought a tech company would make me a stronger, more focused, writer. I’m still bedazzled.
12:27. Thirty more minutes if I want it and I do. Recording this meditation at lunch, Authenticity practicing with self. No lies of course, no edits or embellishments or even slight polishing. All as it is. Pages of documentarian intent. Actualization, not just affirmations and self-promises.
Finished banana, and now feeling full and placid. One person talking about another interview she has, in another department. Career, that’s the topic. More than a career but a Road, for you. Writing it, brining it to life. Manifesting you could say, but…. More than that.
Thinking what would happen if I didn’t have this. Only having me for revenue generation. An Entrepreneur, but something else. “We’re here to help each other out, at the end of the day,” she says, the one with the interview.
Sharing ideas, write your own Story, whether you actually write or not. Learn from everything and everyone around you. These of course notes to myself, for other meetings, the one on Thursday and whenever.
Decisions recent brought me here. I still more so credit the Nurse and her support of this squirrel-chasing writer, but I do see the beneficial ripples of my decisions and production.
People starting walk out the door, and through the winding narrow hall to the cubes. Years ago this used to be a different company’s building. And I worked for that company. Over 20 years ago.
Shit, I’m that old now.
My old SE has a conversation with the girl, career suggestions and some poignant advice.
“Technological grievances…. Hosted VoIP services but there are other things we can sell…facilitating relationships, overcoming objections…”
I become sucked into their conversation and then get somehow a bit involved. Then the room goes quiet. 12:43… shit, only have about ten minutes left to SELF. I could write a dozen fucking books about this company, my place and story here and that’s just what I’m doing.
What did I decide to stop?? Giving my attention to anything, anyone, on the outside. Internet, the aspect of connection and these reps that tirelessly and fearlessly hit all doors in a given deployment area, I can’t get enough.