Nothing Really Wrong
Nov 18, 2021
Story
Early in my writing career, I was a staff editor at a small magazine. One day, my boss stopped me in the hallway and asked how I felt about my position. Was that a trick question, I thought? I did not say how much I really wanted a byline for my portfolio. I did not say how I thought I was passed over for writing assignments and given only proofreading chores to clean up the slop of other favored staff editors, who did occasionally get to write for bylines. I kept those things to myself because I already knew the truth would not be welcome in these quarters.
I was a demographic statistic that ticked a box on a form, a box marked ‘grateful’ to have a job anywhere in an industry among so-called colleagues, who ignored my potential contributions in favor of low-standard status quo. But none of that really mattered to me anymore. I had a secret moonlit counterpunch up my sleeve, ready to knockout any doubt about who I was, who I am and who I will become.
So, I said, “Nothing is really wrong.”
“I didn’t think so,” my boss replied, strutting away confidently.
Watching her strut down the hallway shrouded in homemade snobbery, it all hit me like a ton of soiled bed linen and musty pillows! She had to prevent my star from shining. To her, I represented the competition to her next promotion by her own male boss. Oh, yes! My little boss lady was scared to death of my taking over her position, a position I thought beneath any female dog, knowing all about what she had done to land herself in that broken-down bunk, in the first place, and to keep wallowing there. Seeing her disappear down the hallway, revealed to me at that moment I had nothing to fear from her at all. In fact, I had nothing to fear from anyone! No one can hold me back, except me, as long as I use my vertical, rather than horizontal, strategies to fulfill my intellectual and professional aspirations.
Below is a portion of my toolbox, comprised of self-constructed, unscientifically-tested doohickeys, donkey-rigged doodads, widgets, thingamajigs, and my mammy-made wardrobe suggestions, which all work for me and could, perhaps with your personal modifications, help you toward your independent standard of best practices in life.
- Learn everything the system offers
- Embrace all knowledge
- Understand and use new concepts
- Seek advantages in technology
- Seize opportunities to be innovative
- Stay ahead of the pack
- Abandon trends before they become untrendy
- Do not be afraid to compete
- Avoid the passé
- Study the past to conquer the future
- Good looks do count, but do not use them
- Dress cheap from the “Children’s Place”
- Wear comfortable shoes, boots are preferable
- Eat to live, do not live to eat
- Greed is not attractive
- Value humanity
- Appreciate the planet
- Do your best
- Any other stuff…
Take it from me, whomever we allow to define who we are controls whoever we become. I decided the day of my little boss lady’s question that I would take ownership of me; throw away the key; break the mold; and any other worn-out cliché that can be applied to my situation. Let no one crack my head open ever again and pour in their poison about who I am and what I can do.
This life belongs to me! I, alone, own it!
The night following my little boss lady’s question, I went home and wrote the song, “Nothing Really Wrong,” not limited to the position I held in that organization, but including the total person I could become. It was my decision to spend my time and money on education, training, traveling, learning and creating what would benefit me and, quite possibly, humankind. When I had finished the song, I felt free for the first time and it didn't matter that my little boss lady dismissed me as her inferior because I knew the truth that she was yet to learn.
Staring down at my letter of resignation on her desk, she was shocked as she asked, "Who will hire a black writer in this town? There are no black magazines here!"
I said, "That's not a problem you have to ponder."
I laid the key to my cubicle on her desk atop my letter of resignation, and left her office, quietly closing the door behind me. I knew which way I was headed and never looked down again. This song, "Nothing Really Wrong," helped me change the direction of my life. I think it may help you change yours.
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