Live to Work or Work to Live
In a professional career you come across all sorts of people but none have as much impact on you as the supervisors your work for. They can make your professional life a pleasure and they can make it hell. This year I am marking my 28th year on the job and with all sincerity I hope to stay around just just four more years. Aside from loved ones and a few good friends I think 32 years is enough to devote to anyone or anything. My first two supervisors were illustrations of various styles. The first was hell. She was a demonic memory that made me question my initial decisions in life. The second was a motherly personality never wishing to push the envelop. After the fourth year of the second supervisor, I was convinced I might need a complete career change and contemplated trading my mind numbing cubicle for an academic life. It was my third supervisor who changed my life. She gave me wings by inviting me to work for her for close to six years on the southern side of th