Go-time

How much to say? How little to say?

*sigh*

For now, we'll say that change is afoot. It will be good for me, maybe not so good for some other folks. I know it's going to create a ripple effect; I think that would've happened regardless of my decision.

Nothing like being the first domino in the chain. Or the unstable atom that starts the implosion. No, I didn't start the implosion. That's been coming. I'm the one of the atoms that broke free.

I'm being deliberately cryptic. The one person who needs to know has the information. But really, I don't want myspace to be the information source on this one. So I'll be patient about commenting directly for a few days.

What I will say is something I've maintained for the past few years: I will not settle. I will not compromise my beliefs or who I am for a pay check or a company that isn't loyal to me. My loyalty is to my team. My tattoo is proof of my loyalty to a certain company; that loyalty transcends what I do for a living. That loyalty will remain regardless of where I work. That tattoo has *nothing* to do with where I work.

Anyway, it's time to kill shit. It's been a long, grueling, stressful week for me, mostly because I had to withhold information and put up a front. That's not me. It's too taxing, and I dislike playing games like that.

If things go my way, the way it was discussed, we'll be OK. Knee-jerk reactions won't help anyone and will do far more harm than good. I'm planning on being professional, and I expect the same from other, unnamed people.

But you treat me like a bitch, whatever happens is your own fucking fault.

P.S. Some of you know what I'm talking about. For those who don't and are curious, you'll know soon enough.