The Ugly Truth is Better than a Beautiful Lie

I've said it for years and I stand behind it. Don't get me wrong, it can be hard to take...the ugly truth, that is. But, make no mistake; you know exactly where you stand.

By now, most of you know how badly I hate Corporate America. Guess what? I still do. I've been working for this particular client for a couple of years now I guess and really enjoyed writing and brainstorming for her. She is an intelligent, albeit naive client. She has built a staff of impressive workers with the exception of one. Enter confrontation.

The exception of one was a point of contention from day one. This person bullied and horned their way through my accomplishments and work, claiming it for their own. Sound familiar? Yep, good ole Office Politics at play, even from the consulting side. I won't give too many particulars, but I had enough. I gave my resignation today and the client accepted it.

I enjoyed working for her and believed in what she was trying to accomplish. The thing that is causing a bad taste in my mouth is that when I confronted the client about this person, she denied it and I believed her. I've been through this before, but I believed her. She assured me that I was totally wrong and that she had no such intention. And, I believed her. I believed her.

I think I wanted so badly to believe that there are decent people on the corporate ladder, that I believed her.

I can't believe I let myself believe her. The wounds from when it happened years ago are now fresh and bleeding again.

And, I believed her. Yeah, I'd rather have the Ugly Truth than a Beautiful Lie.

More Musings Later-

How Come?

I have wondered about certain "rules" if you will, that we all "should" abide by. But, I've never understood why. So, I thought I would share my list of "How Come's?"

HOW COME-

• A handtowel in a bathroom is for looks only and shouldn't be used after washing your hands?


• You shouldn't wear white shoes after Labor Day?



• You shouldn't put a small fridge in the living room if you want to?



• Women still have to wear bras?



• We shouldn't wear pj's during the day?



• Women eyeball what and how much other women are eating when they are out in public?


• Women won't wear bathing suits cause they're "too fat", does that stop you from wearing clothes too?


• Alot of lesbians are masculine looking?



• Some people are against gay marriage?
  
  
  
• People jump to conclusions?



• Tele-evangelists are rich?



• Most people don't want to think for themselves?





• Toilet paper rolls should be put on the holder thingy?






• When you go house hunting and see a home with lots of windows, you cringe at the thought of the time it will take to clean them?


• Women wear low cut blouses and get mad when men stare at their chest?



• If women wear low cut blouses, men don't wear low cut pants?



• Women wear high heels when they are so uncomfortable?



• God perfected life when he made animals? Do we deserve them?




• The true concept of God is too enormous for humans to wrap their minds around


• All the dishes in a dishwasher should be washed before they go through a cycle? Isn't that the point of having a dishwasher?


• The Conservatives believe in the death penalty but are against abortion?

Just asking, that's all.

More Musings Later-

Moments in this Life that shaped ME

Dancing as Donny & Marie with my sister in our kitchen when we were kids.

When I was a kid, I was told that I was "beyond my years" as a musician. Everyone seem to know my name.

When I went with my father to run some errands, he bumped into a coworker who smiled at me and asked, "And who is this little lady?" My father told him my name, but didn't know anything else he was asked about me. I felt embarrassed and didn't know why.

Growing up with my cousins, we were as close as brothers and sisters. Holidays were so much fun.

When my mother told me when I was 13 years old, she and my father were getting a divorce, I told her, "I guess it's time you did something for yourself."

Going on errands to the mall with my father and somehow bumping into my aunt each time. The moment "I figured it out".

March 3,4,5, 1980 - Auditioned at Juilliard in New York City. First plane ride, first time to New York. I auditioned, took a piano barrier and a theory test. Was I prepared? Hell no.

The night of March 3rd, I was in a diner across the street from Lincoln Center/Juilliard. I had auditioned that day amid thousands of others. The naive Texas kid. I suddenly hear a knock on the window and see the man I auditioned for...He gives me a thumbs up and waves as he moves back into the crowd. I couldn't say anything. How could he possibly remember me? I didn't quit smiling for a week after that.

The life I led after the divorce.

Watching my sister cajun dance with my grandfather.

As a kid, I looked into my aunt's eyes and knew she wasn't "quite right."

Denying who I was for so many years.

The day I faced it and accepted it. It nearly broke me.

The day Hank died.

The day Fred died.

The first time I admitted to myself that I was in love with my partner.

Dealing with all the "crap" that seems to come with the tag, "gay".

Climbing out of my bedroom window to get away from my step-father.

Confronting my father about the divorce.

Moving to Nashville, TN

Office politics and how I let it take too much from me. Never again.

The day I was diagnosed with Parkinson's and feeling so fragile about it.

The day my partner and I went to New York City and celebrated ourselves.

The day I swam in the West Indies ocean (Turks & Caicos).

It took all of the above and more to become...ME