I wake up every morning to disco yoga.
Fruit juice. Sunrise. Journaling. Life. Vision. Bullshit. Tech. Piano. Friends. Family. Money.
My morning routine is just one complicated mess of stuff I don’t need to do, but I do it anyway.
I’m avoiding something. Maybe it’s a past heart break. Maybe it’s my lame ass father who’s now dead. Maybe it’s my less than perfect partner. Being away from my family in Sydney is hard.
Working here in New York is an economic choice. A short term pain with a long term economic pay off. Whilst I’m here, I’m a shell of a person.
My job sucks but it’s still better than any other job I can imagine.
The thing I hate about my job is the people. Some how in my job it’s normal for people to be selfish, non collaborative, stone walling and short sighted. Some how it seems we are encouraged to put ourselves first.
America is found on a “fuck you i win” culture and it’s depressing.
The “people management” aspect of my working in tech is hard and often done poorly. In a messy world this are difficult to manage. Even with that, it surprises me how people give up and are simply unwilling to help others.
Why is it so hard for young professional to simply embrace difference and diversity?
Mental note. People are here to make themselves some money and recognition. Their hearts and minds are somewhere else. NYC is a bus stop.