Now that I have an end date to my time at Cubicle City, I am a rabble rouser.
Okay, okay. Maybe I was already that person. (see: copy room meltdown, “Is this why we’re here? REALLY?!)
It is all a great reminder that my “professional” is not the same sort as everyone else’s. & that’s fine. I am not polished or wearing 3-inch-heels or talking about synergy. Nor should I beat myself up about it.
I am sending my cubicle neighbors links to yoga teacher training scholarships & making them describe what their first documentary film project would be about. I am reorganizing hundreds of personnel files. I am seen in the hallway insisting adamantly that others can layer skirts & be “creative” too. I am monitoring a CEO’s finances. I am wearing blue nail polish. All the while simultaneously being an administrative Wonder Woman.
I love that professional comes in all different formats. I also like being a labeling superhero.
Which might make more sense if my next project shapes up…