I think it all stems back to being brought up by a really strict dad. He was all about authority. Military-style authority. Kids-are to-be-seen-and-not heard-style authority. Sure, that approach teaches respect and discipline, but it mostly teaches resentment.
Or, maybe it was the asshole basketball coach I had in 8th grade who ridiculed my lack of ball-handling skills in front of the entire team. Still not sure how that guy ever got hired as a basketball coach. He didn’t know the first thing about basketball. He sucked at it. Good at yelling though. Think he ended up having a triple bypass or something. Dick.
Could it be the useless bosses I’ve had over the years? Some of them I had zero respect for as human beings, but every single day I had to pretend I liked their ideas and respected their views, just because they signed my checks.
The common denominator in all of these situations — me. I’m the problem. People can suck. And sometimes people that suck get put in positions of authority. That’s just how it works. I should probably just get used to it. But I can’t.
I’ve always been a fan of the underdog. I root for the little guy. I’m not fond of people who think they have some kind of unspoken power over others. Unfortunately, there are situations where this “unspoken power” isn’t unspoken at all. It’s called a job. This system of hierarchy doesn’t bode well for a guy with my attitude.
My anti-establishment, anti-authority approach is not recommended for those trying to climb the corporate ladder. I’ll most likely never be a “big shot” because I can’t stand “big shots.” I’ll probably muddle in the middle for the rest of my life because I’m not good at kissing ass. I’m horrible at going along with the plan when I don’t believe in the plan. And I’m really bad at hiding my true feelings — I wear my lack of respect and disdain for fake people smack dab on my big face like a blinking billboard. This has caused more than a few closed-door conversations with the powers-that-be.
But I’m ok with my approach and my attitude. I might as well be — I’ve been around too long to change. Besides, if becoming a big shot means kissing ass and losing my self, I’ll muddle in the middle all day long. The people are nicer here — and they’re real.
Here's to the loyal underdog.