Leaving Happiness

After three years of employment, it is difficult to continue working for an organization that cares less about quality and process integrity than what a $10 per hour, part-time employee does. Yes, as a representative of the organization, it is absolutely correct that my "caring and dedication" and my "talents and work ethic" are also those of the organization. However, as a $10 per hour, part-time employee, I am unable to approve the resources necessary to maintain the high process standards we purport to be meaningful. And despite recommendations and requests consistently vocalized and substantiated since June, and despite assertions (from management) expressing desires to the contrary, the organization I work for has chosen to deny the vital resources necessary for consistency.

Secondarily, but still important, I personally feel let down. Since October 1, it has been difficult to sit through a Selection Committee meeting, not knowing the candidates being discussed, and unable to provide input as to details that may have otherwise been missed. Before October 1, my favorite part of this job was getting to know the candidates. Now, all I know is numbers. I am disheartened.

Additionally, you have asked me to be patient, believing this transition to full time will eventually happen. Essentially, you are asking me to put my principles on hold for a few months. I cannot simply box up my beliefs and ideals, put them on a shelf, and then, (if I remember where I put them), unpack them again in a few months. If I do not struggle daily, I will forget how.

For these reasons, and because we are now at a point of no return for rescuing this year's integrity, I feel I have no choice but to resign my position. I will no longer work each day within an inferior process whose ripples will remain as a reminder for years to come. I will no longer work each day knowing that we will overlook a number of "superheroes" deserving of in depth consideration as opposed to the cursory glance they now, (since October 1), receive. I will no longer work each day for an organization that makes a decision by not making a decision, and explains their actions by not explaining their actions. Within this framework of no decision and no explanation, there is considerable maneuverability for no accountability; there is much to interpret between the lines.

I have been told that I care too much. I do not believe that is possible, but I do understand why those who care about me, might say so. I also understand that disappointments are inevitable; especially when I am paying attention. But when a disappointment becomes entrenched in a specific circumstance, I have found it better, (whenever possible), to move on.

It is time to move on...

*The letter above was written this week. I have not yet definitively determined if I will follow through. Assertions and verbal reassurance from management continues, as recently as Thursday of this week. If I ultimately decide to follow through, I will add further substantiation here or in future posts.

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A Spark of Happiness

On this dreary Monday morning, with a chill in the air, I am feeling an electrical susurration in my gut. A visceral response to my realization that this week I have come to a pivotal moment; a turning point of significance; a crossroads or juncture in which a change of direction takes place. (Pardon the redundancy, but I feel compelled to create a trade route from my gut to my mind, and firmly implant this seed in every city and port along the way.)

It will likely not result in a large change; but it may. Regardless of the degree, I am confident it will be a positive change. I can feel it in my gut.

I have been patient, I believe, beyond the bounds of consensus forbearance. There are those who would disagree; but those who would disagree, are not feeling my gut. And those who would disagree, are, a) those who have never felt, or b) those who have forgotten, personal feelings of helplessness converted into feelings of active hope. I understand the seeming necessity of occasional resignation, often followed by a transfer of energy and/or commitment into a different existential exertion. That is not this week. This week I am beginning work toward changing the parameters that define specific and significant chunks of personal endeavor. Again, to other segments of my personal existence, this planned movement may be barely noticeable; or it may impact all or most areas in some significant way. We will see.

I believe restlessness = an inability to ignore one's gut; and stability (often) = resignation, or an inexplicable ability to ignore one's gut. I prefer restlessness; though it (at times) comes at a high price. There are those who would disagree; but (I believe) those who would disagree, have anesthetized their gut.

Yet, as this week progresses, I am struggling to overcome the temptation of anesthetization. This struggle against my longing to be numb was nicely reflected one evening this week by a character on TV who, willing to settle, said, "I will take what I can get!" A second character animatedly responded, "That's not how it's supposed to be!"

I need to hold on to that fire...

I felt it on Monday. It has ebbed and flowed since.This fire is not the flames of anger. I believe excessive anger will dampen active, productive hope by fueling one's desire to alleviate the unproductive turmoil, via quiescence; whereas a spark of anger, (properly nurtured in the gut), will fuel active, productive hope by connecting one's gut with one's mind. I have previously vacillated some on the topic of anger, but most recently I have been more willing to admit and affirm its potential to harm. The following posts reflect this unfolding:

And I believe this week's recognition of the value in a nurtured and focused spark, may be the next forward step in my evolution of thoughts on anger.

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Happiness, unshaven

Once upon a Lifetime bleary
As I pondered blue and beery
Pondered much of my forgotten lore...

As I nodded, fingers tapping
To the beat of Snoop Dogg rapping
Mind ablaze with memory mapping
Past the haze of memory gapping
And the glaze of distant lapping
Distant slapping on a distant shore...

Barely this and almost nothing more...

Ah, distinctly I remember
Once fleet of foot and corpus-limber
Now within my dying ember
Each separate fleeting thought, hath wrought its ghost upon the floor...

Yet eagerly I seek the morrow
Beyond this late-night beery sorrow
I yearn to wake so I may borrow
More earthly moments hedged against my yore
For rare and radiant hardships to explore
For late-night beery blues til evermore...

Beer and nameless cheer forevermore...

And the silken, sad rememberings
Aimless thoughts from mind dismemberings
Hath filled me with fantastic terrors; terrors I've not felt before...

Terrors meant to still my heart
Cleave my soul, and thus impart
A starving beast; a raging carnivore
A terror left rampaging through my core...

This it is and nothing more...

Presently I felt its hunger
Hesitating, then no longer
Quite as fierce, as fierce it was before...

Perhaps the beast is only napping
And so gently I went tapping
Tapping round within my claptrap core
Searching for the deadly carnivore...

Darkness there and nothing more...

Deep into that darkness peering
Despite my countenance endearing
From within, it stared back leering
Jeering at the Light it must abhor...

Torn between and torn asunder
A darkness poised to rape and plunder
Light that waits for gloom to blunder
When suddenly a booming thunder
And the wonder of that distant shore...

A Lightning Bolt revealed the distant shore...

Back into the darkness turning
All my soul within me burning
All my mind was reeling, churning
Spilling out more ghosts, upon the shadow-dappled floor...

But then from there beyond my marrow
Scoffing at the straight and narrow
Struck by Kama's final arrow
All around me, mysteries to explore
A tapping on my window and my door...

'Tis the wind and nothing more...

Still I opened door and shutter
From the gloom I heard him mutter
His foul smell first, then him unshaven
Stepping forth and walking through my door
Quite dignified, beyond the rags he wore...

Not a word of salutation
Seeking first a lush libation
Straight to my bar, each anxious step a chore
Behind the bar, he perched there with his pour...

Perched, and sat, and nothing more...

Then foreign song and I was smiling
A soothing chant, twas most beguiling
He enthralled, as time was whiling
Words beyond my grasp, betrayed the vestige that he wore...

"Here ye reek and are unshaven
Surely thou art not a maven
More ghastly grim and likely craven
Yet here ye sit, and so I must implore
Tell me why ye stepped in through my door
And did you travel from a distant shore..."

Silent sat this graven troubadour...

Much taken by his gift of song
Though silent now, his echo's strong
Enchantment to enjoy, prolong
Yet spells he cast, chase answers out the door...

For we cannot help agreeing
The soul of any sentient being
Is blessed to hear the beauty, in a graven troubadour
Is taken by the affect, of a craven troubadour...

Quoth the maven, "Nevermore..."

Still unshaven, filthy, stinking
Staring at his drink unblinking
The drink in hand he was not drinking
Now watered down, I asked if he, would like another pour...

Nothing farther then he uttered
Not an eyelid then he fluttered
Door he closed and windows shuttered
Then to the bar, to pour himself, another copious pour
Then to his perch, a fresh drink to ignore...

And silence from my troubled troubadour...

Perhaps my doubts should dwell unspoken
Yet I want this stillness broken
So I offer this small token
"Forgive me sir, for brazen tongue; my previous inquest, please ignore..."

His wrinkled brow, his glance at me
Foretells a thrumming harmony
His golden voice once more floats free
And happily I throw myself against its rocky shore
Broken there amongst the rocks, I'll stay forevermore...

But, again, I hear the maven, "Never, nevermore..."

Then, within his ballad sinking
I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking
What purpose does beguilement serve, with mysteries to explore...

And of this maven staying hidden
His voice that comes unknown, unbidden
Is he from that longed-for distant shore
And did he come here after or before...

And what is meant in croaking, "Nevermore..."

This I sat engaged in guessing
What these strangers were expressing
Perhaps a curse, perhaps a blessing
This disembodied maven, and unshaven troubadour...

Are we here for convalescing
Or perhaps take turns confessing
Should it be so damn distressing
To hear the cryptic beauty, from my troubled troubadour
To hear this maven's wisdom, in the lone word "Nevermore..."

Am I to press, forevermore...

His song creates an aura brighter
My thoughts are whole but somehow lighter
My vision too, is wrapped much tighter
When suddenly, from the shadows, comes that word, "Nevermore.."

"Wretch," I cried, "who hath sent thee
I am finding I resent thee
How am I to circumvent thee
To submerge unceasingly
Beneath the waves, of this grand, melodious rapport
I must be one, with only one; my troubled troubadour...

Quoth the maven, "Nevermore..."

"Be thee Prophet, or be thee Devil
Do you sorrow, or do you revel
Are you furtive, or on the level
You and your capacious wisdom, cloaked in 'Nevermore'..."

"And now chanteur, still unshaven
What say you to ghostly maven
Which of you will gain this haven
I fear that joie de vivre, has no place in 'Nevermore'
Can you share your gift of song, despite the threat of 'Nevermore'..."

Quoth the maven, "Nevermore..."

Torn between and torn asunder
Lapping waves and booming thunder
Waves of song that take me under
The stygian thrill of fears to plunder
Do I truly hate what I deplore...

Within this sorrow laden soul
Uncertain how to keep it whole
Both pain and pleasure take their toll
Perhaps I've never had control
Best to search beneath the waves? Or in the realm of Nevermore?
For rare and radiant hardships to explore...

Quoth the maven, "Nevermore..."

"Be that word our sign of parting
On the morrow, I am starting
Out to sea, I will be charting
My new course, to seek and find, the Truth on distant shore..."

"Perhaps my plans should dwell unspoken
But I want this stalemate broken
Your last chance to grant a token
Be it sung or be it spoken
Clear, plain words I understand; to both I thus implore..."

Quoth the maven, "Nevermore..."

Three months pass; I'm yet unwitting
Troubadour, still sitting; sitting
And the maven, as is fitting
From the gloom is unremitting
Never more, and never quitting
On the morrow, I will chart, to find yon distant shore
As I quest, perhaps I'll pass, the realm of Nevermore...

Most every night now I am dreaming
Dreaming dreams most unbeseeming
Shadow of my soul redeeming
Thoughts that are unwholly teeming
Thus I often wake up screaming
Wake up to the terrors, of the darkness deep within my core
Wake up to the terrors, of that near-forgotten carnivore
Wake up to the terrors, of my maven and my troubadour...

Reality forevermore...

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Happiness, from where I sit

From where I sit, I see bureaucracy embracing rules and laws that are made and enforced to protect the protected. Layer upon layer of comfort and security that, (I believe), serves to stifle joy. Yes; there are those having learned this, able to purposely step away from their comfort and security in order to experience joy. From where I sit, I don't need to step as far as some. I find joy on a fairly consistent basis. So far this week I found joy in making a breakfast casserole. I found joy in laps 18 - 90 in the first of my twice-weekly swims. I found joy in having a meaningful conversation with my wife.

But with joy, comes heartache. One cannot be, without the other. And yes; there are those having learned this, able to quickly step back into their layered comfort and security in order to avoid heartache. From where I sit, I don't always have easily-accessible comfort and security. I find heartache on a fairly consistent basis. So far this week I found heartache in a powerful bully impacting the world. I found heartache in a powerful bully impacting my family. I found heartache in a disappointing letdown from a work supervisor.

Joy without a consistent contrast to heartache, is not as vibrant. Heartache muffled by comfort and security, is not as instructive. To live is to, (as much as is humanly possible), experience the unadulterated extreme; and then again.

Some may scoff at comparing the momentary joy of a breakfast casserole with the lasting impact of a legislative bully. Some may scoff, believing I am working to compensate for 1) my lack of comfort and security, and 2) my failure to be a cog in the system. And perhaps I am. I have been a cog; and I was decommissioned for sudden limitations due to a disability. Having been there, it is likely accurate to say that if there had been no dismissal, I would still be a cog. So perhaps it is also accurate to say that I am compensating. But this does not take away value found in the offset. And it is not a validation of the system nor an attestation to an inherent superiority to be found in comfort and security. I believe, in a long-term reckoning, adversity is far more instructive with much greater potential for productivity.

From where I sit, it appears that comfort and security is frequently buoyed by self-importance which is often a byproduct of insecurity; (which is an interesting observation, that insecurity bolsters security). This is more obvious in some than in others, but I believe it to be present (to some degree) in any individual caught up in or by our bureaucratic system of rules and laws. We are enticed by the siren song of comfort and security, and whether resulting from a bad choice or a freak storm, some are dashed upon the rocks, and some of those are thrown ashore to wither and die. Others are given a life jacket, and still others a leaky rowboat with a paddle, and encouraged to make their way back to the luxury liners in deep water. I made some poor choices, and then I was caught in a freak storm; but I am still paddling.

This week I was demoted. Not based on performance, not in title, not in pay; but in responsibilities due to shifting priorities. I work part time screening applicants to present for committee review to determine interviews. We are projected at more than double the applicants this year over last year. I am willing and able to work full time and made my work supervisor aware of this in June. Though we get an application fee for each application submitted, in more than four months of awareness, this decision has not been a priority. Beginning this week I am no longer performing an in-depth screening. I have been forced to choose quantity over quality. Three years ago I was hired as a file clerk. I was promoted (in responsibilities only) to data analyst / coordinator, and now I have been demoted back to file clerk.

My second favorite part of this job was the data analysis and correlation to advance process improvement. My favorite part of this job was getting to know the candidates. From where I sit, the inability to perform at a high level, is heartache.

Yet, I still found joy this week. And that is the point. Heartache intensifies joy. I am still energized by the breakfast casserole I made, though I did not eat a bite; the joy was in the creation, and it helped that it turned out well. And I just finished my second swim this week, doing 100 lengths for the first time since I began swimming again in June. Another moment of joy that will energize beyond the moment.

And as for the heartache... The resulting discomfort and insecurity moves me to reassess and explore options. If I were still a cog in the system, numbed by comfort and security (and "good enough"), I would better understand and accept the political and bureaucratic indecision, and may have even instigated it. But from where I sit now...

...I have a better view.

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“I don’t mean to” be Happy

When someone apologizes and says, "I don't mean to;" typically that is exactly what they mean to do. This week, after interrupting three times, an individual said, "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt." and then proceeded to interrupt for a fourth time; in a span of less than 10 minutes. Perhaps four interruptions is their obliviousness threshold. I wonder what their threshold is for taking responsibility? I wonder what the number is that would push them into synergistic awareness? And if they ever reach that number? Or is it more likely that once they become tangentially aware of their discourtesy, they temporarily retreat and permanently forget, thus not advancing the number to a point where it might benefit future awareness.

We all do this. With some it is, "I don't mean to argue (divisively as opposed to constructively)." With others it is, I don't mean to be critical." With still others it is, "I don't mean to rain on your parade." And with some it is, "I don't mean to belittle." With me it is, "I don't mean to lecture" AND "I don't mean to be difficult" AND (on occasion) "I don't mean to be smart (i.e. sarcastic)." And in each example, there is a degree of arrogance at play. So, I don't mean to pick on this one individual... but now that I am past bullying, my intent is to better understand synergistic awareness.

The concept of synergistic awareness applies to those, (I hope, the majority), who do acknowledge their arrogance by (at the least) "not meaning to." For those who obliviously interrupt, argue, criticize, belittle, etc., with no conscious acknowledgement, synergistic awareness will likely be interpreted as narcissistic affirmation and reflected as obliviousness. And just as one's Humanity demands occasional unintentional arrogance, it also demands varying levels of narcissistic obliviousness; which means I am guilty of both.

Simply knowing this should nudge me toward synergistic awareness. And having come to this point, I can see this thought reinforcing previous thought (from 7/6/13, 8/24/13, and 9/17/16) in which I stated that, "no single individual, that has lived in the past, is living in this moment, or will live in the future, is any more or less necessary than any other single individual." This specific thought has evolved into what I perceived as a fairly thorough analysis of why I believe this. Perhaps I need to work toward a (previously unthought) complementary and/or deeper understanding...

I believe synergistic awareness reinforces this idea of any two individuals being as necessary because it is plainly demonstrated within the practice of synergistic awareness. If synergistic awareness begins with courtesy, it probably moves from there to varying magnitudes of respect combined with sincerity, and upon reaching a symbiotic state of sincere respect, synergistic awareness approaches a perfect balance of necessity. Maximum synergistic awareness is a team sport, requiring a minimum of two players. The fact that it is not maximally achievable by one individual, makes it a nice vehicle for illustrating mutual necessity.

Perhaps this extends previous thought by identifying a starting point for mutual necessity. By paying attention to immediate external happenings and circumstance, one is confirming the impartial nature of reality, and by paying attention to another's reactions, one is gauging the appropriateness of their own actions. I strongly suspect though, that once an individual begins this practice of diligent attention, even if able to occasionally reach a symbiotic state of sincere respect, we would find that it is not the finish line; rather a new starting point.

So after widening one's circle to work toward maximum synergistic awareness becomes an ongoing habit, I believe there will be a natural progression to other beneficial practices including willing service, persistence, patience, compassion, and altruism. But I must remember that synergistic awareness can be practiced by me alone, but can only be maximized when it is mutual; and (obviously) only positively supports mutual necessity when it is mutual. So, is there a way to encourage shared synergistic awareness?? Or is it a concept that must develop from within the individual?

I am afraid that if I encouraged, it may come across as, "I don't mean to lecture, but..." I will work hard to lead by example, and I will occasionally lead by failed example, and I will forever be a student, but to compel adult learning will always be less successful than to mutually aid another, as both teacher and student. And the only way this will be accomplished is on common ground.

I am frustrated by this week's effort to come to a deeper understanding. The only addition to learning I see, is the identification of synergistic awareness as a starting point for illustrating the value of mutual necessity. The rest is redundant. But it is Friday night, and lacking a significant epiphany I may have to settle.

Which actually, may be a new thought. Perhaps my new learning for this week is to settle for personal improvement, when I determine that results are greater. In math terms, if there are 7,574,118,038 individuals each designated by a different number, and if my goal is advancement, and if improvement1 = individual1 movement + individual1 learning, and advancement = improvement1 + improvement2, and in scenario 1 I put forth x number of units of work toward improvement1 (where 1 is me) and 0 units of work toward improvement2 (where 2 is another) and in scenario 2 I put the same x number of units of work toward improvement2 and 0 units of work toward improvement1, and when I solve for advancement and find that advancement is greater in scenario 1 than in scenario 2, I am not settling for improvement1, I am choosing the most beneficial option.

So how do I determine when (or if) advancement will be greater by putting forth work units toward improvement2? I believe, when I put forth any work toward improvement2, the initial work is an olive branch to gauge willingness to learn. And I believe that when the olive branch is accepted, learning becomes mutual. An olive branch is an expenditure of effort, but it can be (and should be) minimal; as minimal as an invitation to communicate face-to-face. So if (as previously stated, where 1 is still me) improvement1 = individual1 movement + individual1 learning, and if my olive branch has been accepted, then my units of effort are doing double duty by increasing both improvement1 and improvement2, (i.e. mutual learning), thus resulting in a greater increase in advancement.

So perhaps "I don't mean to lecture" because I did not first extend an olive branch; I did not first reach out to determine potential for productive communication. And when I do not extend an olive branch, effort is more likely to become an inordinate number of units of work toward improvement2, to find that improvement2 = 0. I am better spending that effort on improvement1. But when I am able to establish productive communication, advancement has the potential to grow exponentially.

Epiphany: Offer an olive branch.
Epiphany: I must solve for Advancement.

With effort, there is always a greater depth of learning.

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