I am a typical underachiever, preferring to keep a large amount of my time void of responsibilities and inactive.
Contrary to this, I have a relatively strong work ethic and find myself climbing when I have no intention to climb. Working is one thing. Attempting to get subordinates to work the same way is entirely another.
I dislike people. I loathe shouldering the responsibilities of and for other people. In this regard, I am not a leader.
Unlike the grand majority of my peers, and those in the generation following mine, I do not fancy myself a leader. I do not prize the leadership role. I have no fucking interest in trying to prod others. I would much rather paint the fence myself than trick others into doing it for me, because I want to know that the fence is painted to my specifications in the most efficient way possible. I want the fence painted, painted well, painted fast, and once it is painted, I want everyone else on the other side of the fence.
Go the fuck away.
Promotions are dropped at my feet, because I am a hard worker. I’m given a task, and I do it as thoroughly and efficiently as possible, and then I come back for another task or I leave. So, here’s an idea. Let me work. I am a worker ant. Worker ants work. I like to work, get shit done, and leave. I have no fucking interest in trying to get others to work instead.
Work stays at work. Any time I am not paid for is mine. All mine.
I do not want to socialize. I do not care if we like each other or not. I do not care about who you are or what you do outside of the construct of our intertwined jobs. This is not my career. I am not emotionally invested in this. This does not make me a good candidate to move up in your business. I do not work for the satisfaction of a job well done. I do not work for a sense of purpose. I do not work to contribute to something bigger than me.
I work so that I can sustain my free time.
What I do with my time is my business. With most of it, I choose to do absolutely nothing. I don’t need a promotion in order to achieve this free time. I’m not asking you for a raise. This isn’t a power play. I’m telling you I’m fucking leaving, because you don’t understand that your bullshit is eating into my time. Mine. My precious free time.