I’m here, but I don’t guarantee good entertainment. I don’t even guarantee philosophy or a good bitch session. I’m getting Mike’s cold, the TV has been on for seven days straight all day and into the night, I’m an insomniac, and I still have one more day at my old job.
One more day. I need to write about my old job, but whenever I have, I also needed to examine my motivations afterward.
Years ago, I promised myself I would not write out of revenge. I’m not sure if that makes me honorable or just weak, but I promised myself.
The problem with that is that there is a lot of balm to writing exactly what I need to write. Plus, it’s a way to let out my secrets, which, interestingly, are more about what people have done to me rather than what I have done to people. When I hurt people, I try to let it right out, to confess and apologize, so I don’t get stuck in the hell of remorse. Isn’t that a bitch?
Let’s just say that my old job made me endure discrimination which my HR friend told me is now illegal and I could pursue it if I wanted. Plus, the actions of a coworker have been unethical and in most teaching jobs would get him fired. I just don’t want to be around an organization that would allow that kind of thing to happen. I don’t.
“It’s not his time yet,” Mike said from the other end of the couch as I railed about it. “You can’t do anything about this, but it will come around and bring him down someday, just not yet.”
“But, it’s so wrong.”
“I know that and you know that, but the people that control things don’t know that yet.”
I have such a need to tell you exactly what happened.
But it would be revenge writing and I promised myself I would not do revenge writing when someone was cruel to me.
What about you? Would you write to bring down cruel people? It would be tempting, wouldn’t it?
Thank you for listening, jules