With Friends Like These
I used to be in a band.
Not some naff covers band, mind: an honest-to-god ‘we want to got pro’ originals band. Except that we didn’t. Such is life.
The band went through a number of line-up changes over the decade that we were active but none were more uncomfortable that the ‘replacement’ of the original drummer. Without boring you with the fine details: he needed to go. Other elements of the group and the direction we were aiming for had changed so much that he simply wasn’t the best fit. Looking back, I feel horribly guilty and shallow that we let our ambition, ego and arrogance drive the decision, but at the time it was a done deal.
Not wishing to simply drop him off the end of a cliff, I felt it my duty to at least break it to him gently and do whatever I could to find him a new group, which I did. A couple of months later and he was playing with another band. Not an ideal situation, but at least I’d tried.
It’s not you ; it’s me
But karma, as they say, is a motherfu**er.
Right now, I feel like the drummer – and Microsoft is the old me. It no longer wants me to embrace the joy that I once did. No longer does it want me along for the ride for which I signed up for. Just like I (as the unspoken band ‘leader’) had other plans for the collective ‘vision’, so too has Microsoft for me.
The rules have been changed and the contact has been re-written: I’ve ceased to be a gamer and have become nothing more than a number to crunch. My reaction? Basically the same as my old drummer when I first let him in on the subverted master-plan:
“I thought we were mates, but I guess right now that you can go and f**k yourself – either way, I’ll keep playing my drums”
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Husband. Parent. Gamer. Go figure.