Work Chat

Work is cabalistic. Not the individual’s job. The tasks at hand, the little pieces of action that add to the whole of a completed project, those are pure, authentic moments. (On paper. Obviously, the strength of that depends on the person). I label work like that in relation to the industries, the hierarchies, the relationships, the systems.

There’s a sticky and sickly feeling within all these different areas of Work. Each industry - commerce, engineering, mechanics, shipping etc etc etc - has its own specific oozing, pussing glue.

What I am getting at is that I’m fed up that there are no secrets anymore. Nothing is private. If a person has left a company and joined another one, everyone in their departing office knows where they’re going. If one person does a specific notable thing, everyone else hears about it - especially if it’s embarrassing. A conversation with one person spreads to everyone in the team. A mess-up within a project reaches the ears within every single office. You cannot move without it being known.

I have overblown this. I know it because I’m not writing within a place of serenity, I’m writing with a peripheral rage. I’m not properly angry, but I have the capacity. I don’t truly care, but I must care enough because I’m writing these sentences. The thing is, this behaviour I’m talking about, the root of it comes from human nature. Gossip is a core element of who we are. Why start a fight with inevitability?

I just like privacy. I don’t want to be looked at if I don’t want to be looked at. I want to keep some information within my own arena. If I’m telling you something, it’s probably intended just for you. So am I my own problem?

Whether it’s that my mind doesn’t fit in with the ways, or the ways are antithetical to the movements, or both, I must learn to accept how things go. Speak knowing all will hear, act knowing all will know. This doesn’t mean hiding. This doesn’t mean living in fear. This means accepting - maybe even having pride in (no i can’t do that) - the way I manoeuvre, the way I will manoeuvre, the choices I make, the directions I take. If I’m happy with my what, who cares if the world knows it. I move.

15.09.2023