I Refuse

Everyday I use to work a job I hated. For money that wasn’t enough. I had the nagging boss, who could care less about me and the worst part was there was no chance to apply any creative thought.

No one wanted anything about the job to change because that only created more work. The funny part was that while no one wanted to change anything about the work, they did want to change where they worked.

I sat by the printer where gossip abound. 40 and 50 year olds complained each day about every aspect if the job. They realized they were stuck and too scared to change their lot in life by leaving.

The 20 and 30 year olds were desperately trying to work their way up the ladder. But they hated the grunt work though. What they didn’t know was that each email, or each report they slaved over was just sending them closer to the unwanted situation their older peers were stuck in.

I am running my own business now. It’s scary. One day I see opportunity all around. The next day I wonder how I will pay rent. But, I’m happy. I like to work. I refuse to let myself be one of the printer people. Who show up to work, complain, collect their paycheck and wonder where they could have been if only. I refuse to climb up the corporate ladder only to find out the people ahead of me are trying everything they can to keep me down, so they can continue on with their complaint filled life without the fear of change.

I refuse.

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