Many of my closest friends and colleagues know that I had a very terrible experience leaving an employer of mine a while ago. Some people may wonder why folks can't simply move on after something like that. When that employer is a very large organization it tends to repeatedly come back and remind you. Unless you actually leave the city, you continue to hear the ‘word on the street' on what happened after you left. Leaving the industry isn't an option – this is what I do for a living.
When you are the type of person who does not separate work from home and you pour everything you have into your job – a situation like this is difficult to leave behind. For those of us who have left, we're all in agreement on what happened. But some of the folks that left have scars so deep that they can't even bear to go to lunch and talk with the rest of us. Imagine how traumatic a situation has to be to damage a person like that.
I'm a pretty happy guy. I love my job and I love what I do. But when I'm reminded of that time in my career, I can't help but wonder why the person responsible is still out there and still doing damage. Dozens of great people are gone, the department that won awards prior is in shambles now, and performance of the company is waning because of it. Yet… the person responsible remains. This is really a mystery to me.
Ua hāpai au i kahi puke ma Border i nehinei: Nā nahesa i nā lole, ke hele ʻo Psychopaths e hana. I read through the preface while waiting for some friends and decided to buy the book. It was really out of curiosity more than trying to explain what had happened to me. I truly wasn't trying to put two and two together. But then I read this:
"ʻAʻole makemake nā poʻe āpau iā Helen, ʻoiaʻiʻo, a ʻaʻole i hilinaʻi kekahi o kāna poʻe limahana iā ia. Ua mālama ʻo ia i nā hoa hana ʻōpio me ka hoʻowahāwahā a me kahi ana o ka hoʻowahāwahā, e hoʻomāʻewaʻewa pinepine i ko lākou hiki a me ka mākaukau. I ka poʻe āna i ʻike ai he mea pono i kāna ʻoihana, eia naʻe, ʻoluʻolu ʻo ia, hana maikaʻi, a leʻaleʻa. He kālena kāna no ka hōʻike ʻana i kāna ʻaoʻao maikaʻi i ka poʻe āna i manaʻo ai he mea nui, ʻoiai ke hōʻole nei, hōʻemi, hoʻolei, a me ka hoʻoneʻe ʻana i nā mea i kū ʻole i kāna mau hoʻoholo.
Ua ulu a kaulana ʻo Helen no ka haʻi ʻana aku i nā limahana ʻoihana i ka mea a lākou e makemake ai e hoʻolohe, ke mālama ʻana i nā hālāwai me ka hui luna me he mea lā nā huahana Hollywood. Ua koi ʻo ia e pili kāna mau hōʻike pololei i nā palapala kākau i ʻaelike ʻia, e hoʻopanee ana i nā nīnau i manaʻo ʻole ʻia a paʻakikī paha iā ia. Wahi a kāna mau hoa, he haku ʻo Helen ma ka mālama ʻana i nā manaʻo, a ua hoʻopōmaikaʻi ʻo ia i kāna haku, hoʻoweliweli i nā hōʻike pololei, a hoʻokani i nā pilikino koʻikoʻi iā ia. "
These two paragraphs literally sent chills up my spine. I'm not sure this book will help me to forgive and forget what happened to me and many other good people, but perhaps it will help me understand it better. I still don't hear from leaders in the organization and the corporation that were once my respected colleagues – quite the opposite, I am absolutely not allowed to have contact with them.
Hiki paha iā lākou ke lālau i kēia puke, heluhelu, a kau pū i ʻelua a ʻelua. ʻAʻohe kānalua, e ʻike lākou i ka ʻike like aʻu e hele nei i kēia manawa.
Ke hana nei paha lākou me kahi psycopath.