Posts tagged corporate life
As the final day with my employer approaches, there has been a lot of reminiscing at work. I’ve been with the same group of people for more than 10 years. Today, we got into a discussion about hugging and business and why I think the two don’t mix.
I know, you’re saying, “Well, it seems kind of obvious why the two shouldn’t go together. Don’t they teach you that in workplace harrassment classes?
Yes, but I work in an unusual, tightly knit industry. Sometimes too tightly knit. When the group of us involved in this particular business congregate at a conference, there’s an awful lot of hugging – as if it’s a family reunion.
When I attended my first conference, I noticed it right off the bat. Why are all of these people hugging each other? This is supposed to be a professional atmosphere. Not being the huggy type, it really struck me as a bit bizarre.
And then, I saw one coming my way. A business acquaintance I’d met maybe once or twice before. He had the look of a hugger and he was walking towards me. His arms started to outstretch. I’m sure my eyes were the size of saucers and I did the only thing I could think of to escape the oncoming squeeze. I stuck my hand straight out in front of me in traditional hand shake position. He faltered for a moment, recovered, grinned and shook my hand. “Not a hugger, huh?”, he asked. I smiled back and shook my head.
I’m saying goodbye to the corporate life. Maybe it will turn out to be a mistake. Maybe not. I really hope not, anyway. No matter what, though, I believe my work life quality is about to change significantly for the better.
I quit my job – a very nice, corporate job at a well-recognized and ages old organization with benefits and a corner office.
Some will think me crazy for doing so and the intent of this post is not to ask whether or not I should have done so. It’s to explain why I did so.
I’ve played the game. I’ve crawled my way through corporate politics. I’ve sandwiched my share of constructive criticism in between bits of positive reinforcement. I’ve been the mouse whose cheese was moved and I’ve moved my share of cheese. I know how to manage in a minute, remotely, and in the middle of the night. I know being in the red is bad. I’ve worked with empire-builders, lazy suck-ups and those who did all the work but never got enough credit. I’ve been through more corporate fire-drills than a volunteer fireman.