Rough Ride

#69: Who loves Roller Coasters now?

I read about an 8-year old boy who told his mom that he didn't want to be happy because his experience has taught him that every time he's happy, 15 minutes after, something bad happens. (Take note: his observation spans all of 8 years and has brought his conclusion down to a level of accuracy measured in minutes.) His mom gave him a toy helicopter and asked, "So how do you feel now?" He goes, "I'm happy!" Then he frowns, "But I'm trying hard not to be."

Last Friday, we had such a fabulous company-wide display of commitment towards making Coca-Cola great again. Drum-beating, balloon-flying, awe-inspiring. Then yesterday, our Marketing Head announced his resignation. This is the guy who sold the idea of working for Coke to me so well that by the time our interview was done, the deal was practically sealed in my head and I was already imagining myself walking along Coca-Cola's corridors.

So, on top of not reporting to the actual direct boss who hired me, the Marketing Director who gave me his seal of approval and called me "our Christmas gift" is also now gone.

And so the roller coaster ride goes on. I guess the dust will never really settle for me here.

Maybe I don't love roller coasters so much after all.