RESIGNING AS GM

RESIGNING AS GM

One day I stood up bravely and told a bunch of my friends that I was resigning as General Manager of the Universe.  They laughed so hard they were crying.  (Sigh!)  Nobody believed me.  I didn’t believe me.

CONTROL-FREAKING

My way through the world seems to attract a lot of control freaks of one sort or another, as well as people who seem to want  to be told what to do, so it seems that maybe there are lessons there that are mine after all.  Maybe it’s ’cause I do have “issues” about Authority-with-a-capital-A.

It seems to me that the need for control arises out of the fear that what you want is never going to happen unless you, personally, ride herd on the thing and keep it going towards your own personal vision.

It turns your whole road into a battleground, full of other people stepping on your toes, getting in the way and not doing what they’re supposed to.   And you go into battle mode because your fears keep telling you yours ain’t gonna happen.

You waste a whole lot of energy on that one, expending it on trying to get all these people to get out of your way!

The other part of that, of course, is that all the other guys are also trying to get to their desires and trying to do their vision, and you are in their way.  It makes this big, old roiling ball of crisscrossing strings that is an incredible tangle.

ALEXANDER THE GREAT’S SOLUTION

I suppose you could do Alexander’s Gordian Knot move where you whack the thing with a big old sword and bully your way on through.

The problem with that solution is you leave behind broken strings all over the ground and those strings are, every one of them, aka threads — the connections between everything in the Universe with everything else in the Universe.  They lie there writhing like a whole bunch of dying worms.  Not a pretty picture.

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Battle of Issus Mosaic (from Pompeii) [PD-old-100]
Alexander, called The Great, left a mountain of skulls wherever he went.  He died early, having attained his vision, and failing to come up with some other one to take its place.  He brought great changes to his world and people learned new ways of walking as a result, and the world kept on going, growing, developing.

CATALYTIC CONVERSIONS

Alexander was also a catalyst that shook things up good, and maybe that was the gift he carried into the World.  The aka threads that Alexander cut reconnected, grew together in other ways and kept on keeping on.  Alexander, of course, was still dead but he got written up in all kinds of history books and like that and his life story gets inflicted on every wannabe billionaire who lives today.

I’m still working on it.  So’s the rest of the world…..

Here’s a YouTube video featuring the thoughts of philosopher Alan Watts, “Let Go Of Controlling Everything.”  It was published by HDvids101.

And here’s a poem:


TITA RISING

 

He says he’s ready to quit:

He’s tired of the b.s. heaped on his head,

Tired of your issues and your wah-wah-wahs,

Tired of chaos and confusion.

 

He wants off this job that drags on and on,

An interminable rondel that goes ’round and ’round,

Apparently without end.

 

He’s tried, he says, tried and tried,

But it feels like he’s herding lemmings,

Trying to keep the little guys

From throwing themselves off some high plateau

Onto the rocks edging the shining sea below.

 

Every time he gets one cluster of lemmings headed right,

The other guys make a break for it…

Aiming for that seductive edge of nihilistic angst.

 

Oh, yeah.

It’s come to a head all right…

(Or some more earthy organ that’s

unmentionable in polite company.)

So, he comes to me…

‘Cause I’m Da Boss, right?

I am in charge – Big Mama to the forefront…

Little “g,” in control…uh-huh.

 

The job’s three-quarters done and he’s feeling done-in.

And me…I’m standing here flat-footed,

Looking at this thing that’s becoming

A cut-rate model for some stupid government contract –

Complete with asinine road blocks,

Replete with meaningless detour signs and side-trips into the absurd.

 

I am NOT dancin’ now.

I am standing here scratching my head.

I’ve gotta wonder:

Do I LOOK like a branch of Head-Trip International?

Am I the Bureau of Eat-Shit or something?

WHAT?!?

This is NOT the How!

 

Me, all I want is Done.

And it is on you, my braddah…

I backed you, and it looks like you are playin’ games!

You do not have my back

And that wind blowin’ up it is getting COLD.

 

So I’m just sayin’…and I’m saying this LOUD:

WHASSUP?

Tita is risin’…and it ain’t lookin’ good!

by Netta Kanoho

Header Picture Credit:  Defying the Gordian Knot by GollyGForce – Living My Worst Nightmare via Flickr [CC BY-2.0]

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8 thoughts on “RESIGNING AS GM

  1. Saw this page when I am at a very difficult time at my job. On one end I hated my job, on the other end, I need the job to survive and to feed my parents. I hated the job as there are too much control from the authority aka my bosses. There are simply too much micro management from the top and sometimes I wish I could use a sword to bully my way out but I simply can’t. I’m an old tattered soul trapped in a broken body 🙁

    1. Auwe, Leo! You are definitely sounding like you are stuck in suck. I am sorry. The I Ching points out that you do need to pay attention when you are suffering over your suffering. I find if I can let go of THAT part and focus on the good I am doing, the merit I earn for my actions (whether other people see it or not), then it gets easier to do what I must.

      Endurance is sometimes the only option…but, things change. They always change. Trust that the change will happen, remove the resistances you hold towards that possibility and when the change happens, you will be ready to move as you must to get to better.

      Thanks for your visit and your story. Please do come again….

  2. I am not a micromanager but my job is currently micromanaging my life. I feel constrained and sometimes it is literally hard to breathe. The piece of your poem that talks about he’s ready to quit and that the work feels like herding lemmings resonates with me. I have to keep my team mates from quitting while hiding my own struggle. Its nice to know that I am not alone.

    1. Hey Julian:

      Thank you for your visit and your story. Yeesh! It do get hairy sometimes, don’t it? Keep on trucking, brah! It does end, the work does get done, and then it’s on to other adventures. Please do come again….

  3. Many of us really get to a point when we hate our jobs, but the fear of survival to provide for our families will always envelop us. I remember hating my job so much that I became reluctant to leave home in the mornings.

    Oh, how I wished for a change. You rightly said in your poem, “He wants off this job that drags on and on,”
    reminds me of those rough times. I enjoy your poem.

    1. Hey Carol:

      Thanks for the visit and for sharing your story.  It is a hard one, that.  Hating what you do for a third or more of the hours of your life really is no fun.  The only antidote to those blues is working on an escape plan, I’ve found.

      Please do come again….

  4. This speaks very loudly with me! Thank you for posting!

    We all have those moments that feel like they are choking us. A job we can’t escape, a car payment that we HAVE to pay or even a spouse that won’t let up… Micromanagement is a real struggle in the world as well as the way we handle it.. Thanks for your insight!

    1. Hey Jason:  Thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts.  I do appreciate it.

      Please do come again….

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