Bloody Inertia

People are leaving the company.
Old friends and acquiantances,
Batchmates and disillusioned souls.

Just the other day, I got a call from StratSearch. Obviously it is a headhunting outfit, but I wasn't in the mood to talk about the present and play dice with my future. So I was as honest as I could be to the pretty voice on the other end: I am busy right now, could they just call at some other time? Oh, yes we could accomodate you. Would three tomorrow be fine? Yes. Good bye.

They never called back. Which is just as well. I wouldn't have known what to say if they did.

It's an open secret. But everybody who's anybody in the biz have received at least one such call. Most entertain them, in the oft chance that life would deal them a better hand, or consent to reshuffling the deck altogether. Funny, a few even make active attempts to reach out to these "search firms." They call it their weekly habit. Which is the 8th, by the way.

Tonight I got asked by my rose. Did I ever consider leaving? I remember asking, to no one in particular, why some people make such a big fuss about it. It's about the future. Charting your destiny, she said. I hang my head and say nothing.

Of course I think of the future too. Our future. You and me. But would it be impossible to not leave, and achieve your dreams in the same breath? People who desert simply because something or someone made them grossly unhappy would only find the same reasons waiting for them elsewhere.

Don't they get it? I feel so sad and so alone.