“Scary thought. Old habits die hard. Old habits don’t die easily. Whatever. You get the picture. I don’t change. No matter how much I want to.”
I wrote that sitting in a Saturn dealership after getting someone fired over three years ago. Good things happen for a reason. If —–never got fired I never would have met —–…Weird to think that life works in that way, especially when you don’t know it will actually be that way. Or something like that. It’s not that I wanted —- to get fired. It’s just when you end up doing someone else’s job all the time you start to think maybe they should pay you for it, or at least stop pretending “they” are doing all the work. Whatever. It came down to just that. I stopped covering for someone and suddenly the cover was blown. It’s hard to do the work when you don’t know how in the first place. You can only be the great pretender for so long. Someone’s gonna figure you out sooner or later.
What I discovered on that cold day nearly three years ago is that I’m a pushover. I care too much. Like I said then I’ll say today: some things never change.
