Please give me a day job that I hate enough so that when its time to quit, I know. So I don’t say “But I will loose my health insurance, but I have two weeks vacation coming, but I worked my way this far, but I really do like my boss, but…”
Please don’t let me accept a job working for someone else doing something that I love, because job and love should not be attached. Work, maybe. Job, definitely not. In the end, the job will kill the love and I will be left with nothing I like to do except escaping from work.
Please don’t ever let me believe that I am being paid what I am worth here. No matter how many times I am told this, I will not listen. Instead my mantra will be, “If the company makes a profit, I am being screwed.” I must keep this in my heart until I am free.
Please don’t let me ask for a raise, because they owe me this. If they want to keep me, let them come to me. If I ask for a raise, my boss will ask, “What do you think you are worth to this company?” I will answer and my boss will either laugh or fire me on the spot. So don’t let me ask. Instead let them give me one, so I can hate the job even more. And please don’t let me ever tell my boss what my combined income is and that I gave myself a 100% raise last year or this will never happen.
Please let me create in silence, on my own and let the world be the judge of what I am worth. Let me take my chances doing what I love and if I fail, I will start again, because it is not a job. It is my work. And I cannot take another breath unless I do it.
Please let me never be comfortable, because I will only look for more comfort and the only total comfort is death. Instead let me struggle, let me fight, give me challenges that you wouldn’t give to your worst enemy. And when I come out on the other side I will have conquered them.
And finally, please don’t let my boss see me praying here because I will lose my health insurance, because I have two weeks vacation coming, because…”
Stephan Miller
http://www.stephanmiller.com
