So I’m writing this letter to upper management at work. I’ve mentioned this to a few people at work, and they’ve asked to sign my letter. I’m also going to send it through the the Union representative, because I like to use proper official channels for such things – I’ll never forget what Terry taught me, If it’s not on paper, it doesn’t exist. Thanks Terry.
Anyhow. Now that other people want to sign it, it’s become a bit of a weird thing in my head. It’s no longer a ‘I’m doing this for myself and if I get in trouble for it then I’m taking the blame’ sort of thing. It’s now a ‘I’m a spokesperson for other people I work with’ sort of thing. And that’s just a weird position for me to be in, since I’m usually pretty mild-mannered in such situations. I’m not the one who speaks up and such… I’m just the one who rages silently. I guess things change.
Kim and Marty used to call my passionate rage-fests over the things I considered unfair in the world the Faller Factor. I think that’s what this is, in action.
I remember when I used to think I could change the world.