I lost my patience for stupidity a long time ago. Most of the time I believe in the statement of ‘there are no stupid questions,’ but then the real questions come and I start to lose my mind. Maybe I wasn’t meant for working with other people. A job that didn’t require me to talk to anyone I didn’t have to talk to anyone else. Maybe I needed to find a job that allowed me to work from home full-time. Or at least stay home half the time.
Really, my annoyance started when I started having managers who didn’t really seem to know what they were doing. I wanted to yell, to scream, ask why they didn’t care, but their answers were so nonsensical, I stopped asking questions. Therefore, I never got any answers.
As the days went by, I began to stockpile my vacation days as well as my bank account. I felt if I had a little extra security I could finally take the leap. The leap everyone said I couldn’t do. The leap everyone told me was out of reach. I spent my weekends going out of town to practice my hiking skills and to get my boots broken in.
Everything came to a screeching halt when my uncle showed up. He showed up out of the blue, with no warning, and asked me for forgiveness. Forgiveness I couldn’t give, but only sent me back into the rut that had started my dreaming in the first place.