I remember those days in the corporate world doing things that I was good at. Enjoying the sense of competency, and the joy of going deeper in the understanding of my particular field. And then there was smooze girl. She worked. She worked the system.

When she could not handle her job, instead of walking papers, she got an assistant to do her work for her. I saw this kind of bad behavior rewarded on a regular enough basis it began to make me wonder why planes don’t fall out of the sky more often, and that things in life generally work as well as they do.

I toyed with the idea of improving my level of incompetency, but it just did not have any juice for me. Just doomed to live my own vivid life I suppose. No corner offices for me, but the current view out my window is not bad!