It is just that, a simple truth;
in a huge bureaucracy no one
is indispensable for the facts are
otherwise. Pride in quality and
quantity of work as a principled
professional credits oneself.
But in the larger scheme of
indifferent boardrooms, skill,
experience and capable productivity
present as immaterial. Corporate
or governmental "memory" may
be lost and with it required
precedence - yet so be it.
Succumbing to the despondence
of unrecognized merit, confused
at the callousness of casual dismissal
is merely oneself, with a conflated sense
of vital, unaddressed importance.
The decision to overwhelm oneself
with personal responsibility in an
uncaring, impersonal nest of
officiously-entitled elites whose
accomplishments start and stop at
the manipulation of others' talents
remains a personal attribute of
pride and capability; drop it.
Look elsewhere for the satisfaction
of due recognition as a resolutely
performance-oriented cog. Without
your resolute determination and
institutional knowledge and the
finessing of details, the wheel will
still continue to turn, be assured.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Simple Truths
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Poetry
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