So, today I walk in. My group work and work. They want to have meetings a few times a day to get approval from their projects and to sure peer pressure to well cancel out others. Of course then they tell me what to do, as they dismiss almost every idea I have. No attention for my ideas, unless I bring the idea in such a way that they think it is theirs! Well. So now I get to do my idea that the already wanted to dismiss. Now working working working. I have spend amazing hours on this project they approved. And as I am sketching and doodling. All of a sudden they all barge into my office to all tell me that they changed their mind. They do not like the project they told me to do. Not just that; they want it changed! Yet, the funny thing is: I did not really wanted it to have it done like the way the told me to do it! Not even close. Interesting they change their mind, maybe they do not like risks. Maybe I am too creative, too far out of the safety zone. Still, they do not seem to change their mind about their projects! But whatever! Majority rules. If the majority wants me to waste my time I waste my time. So much to learn about time management
Now I let go. I kind of stepped back to let them figure it all out. I still feel some frustration. Not the frustration from myself. My frustration is that I lost out on my lunch break. I guess I am hungry. That I am kind of pissed off about. I could have spend an hour in the Suriname restaurant. That is a shame. I feel their frustration. Their frustration for wanting to control others and to avoid free flowing creativity. Assuming all is permanent they trap themselves into boxes allowing nothing new from happening. Becoming the parent that wants to protect and control. A person wanting to have meetings 3 times a day is the same as a mom wanting to know where the child is at all times. "What are you making? Why are you doing it like this? why are you holding that brush." Sometimes I wish all the world would be actors that would have successfully completed Janet Alhanti's acting class. No one would ask orstop the creative process of another and they would acknowledge each other at every step of the way at all times.
Maybe I should just quit my job and take an acting class.
