I took a few days off from work to focus on my blog. To buckle down and write some of the essays that have been bouncing around my brain. Instead, I’ve been lounging around in pajamas, smoking weed, obsessing about work, and dealing with overpriced plumbing and car repairs. Not quite as productive or relaxing as I’d hoped.
A few weeks back, we had an office staff retreat at the Hilton. Enrique was on the planning committee and helped organize a workshop on writing. I skipped it and took the leadership training instead. But those who attended the communications class all agreed: It was meh, and Enrique should have just taught it himself.
“Why didn’t you?” I asked.
He scoffed. “I’d be too subversive.”
“What does that mean?”
“You don’t know? You’re subversive,” he said. “Someone who doesn’t follow the rules. Who does things their own way and dismantles the system from within.”
“Oh my God,” I squealed. “Really?? Wow!! Thank you!!”
I was beaming. Enrique laughed. “I can just see you telling Mr. D, ‘Hey, guess what! I’m subversive!'” (Which is exactly what I said when I came home that night.)
I can’t think of a better compliment.