Almost everyone agrees that change is inevitable. If nothing else, the fact that clock keeps ticking, reminds you of the seconds that go by.
On a lazy midnight and while maintaining a swollen state of mind, I asked myself : what’s not changing? What things, people, or places have not changed for me, or at least, have lasted for long? I started by thinking about things and objects. And oh my … did that not lead to a pile of mental gash.
Things: speaking of things, I’ve never possessed any object with substantial emotional value. But, there is one piece of clothing that I can’t seem to be able to throw away. It’s a v-neck black sweater with dark grayish stripes that I bought in Montreal back in 1997 -when I used to date Nelly. I don’t know why I like it. Maybe because it still fits and makes me look fitter. I get a kick out of the fact that it reminds me of not gaining considerable weight in 15 years. It’s been a hard 15 years, too –with all the change in my eating habits. Ironically, I bought the sweater on the day Nelly lost her ever-so-loving pinkish lipstick, and she couldn’t stop crying for the whole day because of it.
Places: I have perhaps been one of the least faithful people to places. I have lived in four different countries and seven pretty diverse cities. If a given municipality or borough is the fundamental unit of a place, I don’t have any, to call out as the one that has stayed unchanged. So that’s that.
Surprisingly and almost embarrassingly, there is one entity that has stayed unchanged in my life for the past 12 years. That’s the company I work for. In addition, it gets more awkward to underline that this is the only corporation I’ve ever worked for. Prior to that I was the small business fan, and for a few years, an entrepreneur. What Gives! One just needs to read this blog to know how-unlike-me, that is.
Corporations are partly about people. People share one or two aspects of their lives in corporations. Most of them 9-to-5 it, to earn and provide. Some come to heavily screwing the system up and down and left and right, and go to “succeed”. You got the junkies who have read, memorized, and took-to-church the guidelines. And of course there are the sweethearts who are just people people.
What’s so important about a career? I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do, doesn’t matter in a life-and-death kind of way. I could see why people enjoy their jobs; it makes you feel important, sought-after and put-upon. But, I’ve always understood that the best way of my limited time on earth was to spend it with people I love. MC is one of those. He’s a coworker. Who he is, and what he means, has been and will continue to stay unchanged.