Here is where the rubber meets the road. I knew I had to leave. I knew what I wanted and what I valued. Those exercises solidified the fact that I really, truly needed to depart the cubicle. It was cold as hell, the commute was killer and, oh wait- it was doing nothing for my life.
Read MoreWhen I first heard the term “reverse engineering,” I latched onto it. I absolutely loved the concept, because it completely flipped the equation. Instead of figuring out each next step, one after the other, reverse engineering is taking the final product (or goal) and taking it apart to see how it works (how it comes to be).
Read MoreBut let’s just say that there is this hot, hot heat in your belly. One that whispers, “I don’t want this. We can do better here.”
Or perhaps it sounds more like, “GET THE GODLIVING HELL OUT OF HERE.”
Read More“I am so fucking done with this.”
I was sitting in my cubicle, under harsh fluorescent lights. I was tired.
I was tired of the office politics, organizational charts and the rat race.
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