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My Next Chapter Might Be Terrible for LinkedIn
Good Fucking Riddance
In 2016, I left the company where I had spent ten years and started my own consulting firm. I would choose my clients and have some say over how I spent my time. If somebody had unreasonable expectations of me, I could remind them that I worked for myself now.
That was the grand plan.
I also liked the idea of consulting because I could advise companies without becoming part of the everyday furniture. I would come in, look at what was happening, tell them what I thought, help where I could, and then leave before somebody gave me ownership of a recurring meeting.
Well…that worked for exactly five minutes.
Not gonna lie, I am not built for standing at the edge of a problem and offering thoughtful observations. If something is broken, I want to know why it is broken. Then I want to know what broke before that.
Unfortunately, the person with the most unreasonable expectations also worked for me now. She had access to me twenty-four hours a day, knew exactly what made me feel guilty, and had no intention of approving my time off.
I had hired a real bitch.
It took me a while to appreciate that I WAS HER.
