Vomit on the meeting table

It took all of my internal resolve, all my strength, everything I had to keep from vomiting on the meeting table. Another corporate morning meeting. Another dose of company alignment. Bullsh*t doesn’t taste good, I don’t care how much they try to flavor it. I am nauseous.

Sorry to sound repetitive, but I just can’t stomach the corporate environment. I am tired of corporate goals, initiatives, mission statements and visions that mean absolutely nothing. I am having trouble holding it together and coming to work this week.

If you know me, you may be eye rolling me because of what I just wrote. I have a job that pays well and has great benefits. All I have to do is show up and make the corporate propaganda look good. Pretty easy and with relatively low stress. So what is my problem?

I can’t point to one thing or even really explain what the deal is. I have been like this since I can remember. It was easier to take the BS in school because I was learning, doing the busywork and dealing with the educational BS in order to graduate and land a great job (like my current one right?). Now I am no longer learning, I am just making money doing the same old thing in a cubicle everyday, having no effect on the world around me. Living in the corporate world most of my waking hours leads to this feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. You ever have that? It resembles the feeling of stress, but different.

What I know for sure is that another job is not the answer, but rather just another set of corporate goals, initiatives, mission statements and visions to deal with. So what to do…

…well today I am venting to you to deal with it. Is that going to make it better? Well, it feels a bit better, but I am still here in this cubicle hating my job. It is time for action.

My loyal readers (all 41 of you) know that I started this blog out of the desperation I feel working in the corporate world. I dealt with it by getting on my bike, riding into the hills and Adventure Monkey was born.

Adventure Monkey gives me hope. Adventure Monkey has the potential to not only free me from the confines of a cubicle, but also to go global freeing people everywhere ( I hear The Matrix soundtrack in the background). Adventure Monkey has the power to get people to turn off the TV, get off their couch and go make a difference in this world.

Yes, Adventure Monkey is about Feeding Your Monkey – getting your adventure on by climbing mountains, riding bikes, jumping out of airplanes, surfing the big one, whatever – but it is also about taking risks in life. That may be as simple as losing some convenience in order to recycle or it could be selling it all to go somewhere to make a difference in people’s lives, including your own.

I have some plans in the hopper, do you?

Feed Your Monkey!

Eric

BTW, I am riding 100 miles to Nowhere to raise money in the fight against cancer. Please go HERE to read the details and give what you can. Thanks!

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April 21, 2010 - 12:58 pm

Kristy - You have more than 41 readers! You must! I live way up in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and you’ve more than inspired me. I cannot believe how many miles you ride in a day. I’m happy when I cover 65 KILOMETERS… granted, I am a mountain biker, but still!! You have more than had an effect on me with your blog and magazine. I look forward to your entries, and being a photographer as well I am blown away by your ability to bring such life and vibrancy to grasslands not yet green with spring. We have similar landscapes up here, only difference is we have mountains an hour away.. So keep going! I know I’ll keep being inspired! One day you will lose that cubicle job for something you love. You know it!

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