Monday, February 15, 2010

Bein' the lead dog aint' all peaches 'n cream

It's the pressure, ya know.

People always wantin' this, wantin' that.

You hit your numbers, great, but one bad quarter and the wolves start circlin'.

And the backstabbin'! People talkin', pryin' into your personal shit, where'd you go last weekend, who's that you were talkin' to, how much you pay for that.

And the media. Fuck the media. Always lookin' for an angle. Isn't there any good news? Is good not newsworthy? You wanna be the lead dog? Try dealin' with the media. Know what I mean?

You're never really off the clock, either. At home, you get the calls. This happened, that happened. Christ, can someone else make a decision? Take some responsibility? Make a tough call without me holdin' your sweaty-palmed hand?

OK, yeah, the money's good. The perks. Blah-blah-blah. But it is worth your health? Your mental health? The cost to your family? A good night's sleep.

I just don't know anymore.

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