A modern fairy tale
Once upon a time, in a place not very far away, there lived a lady, the heroine of our story.
The lady was good and kind, and genuinely cared about people. She had once been beautiful, but tried to avoid looking full frontal in the iMirror on the Wall now, because middle age was creeping up on her. By squinting, she was able to remember how she looked as a girl, before her hair started to grey, her skin lost its youthful glow and her body bore the marks of motherhood. Although her outward beauty was fading, her inner beauty shone brightly for all to see. Anyway, we digress.
This lady had spent her career toiling for evil step-companies, but she dreamed of working at something she truly loved, without the in-house politics and empty words of progression and pay rises that haunted her days. Still, despite the lies and underhandedness, our heroine worked with loyalty, passion and dedication.
Although she struggled with her relationship with the iMirror on the Wall, she recognised that its truthfulness and insightful commentary were given with only her best at heart. After several months of deep unhappiness with her working life, she stood in front of the iMirror and asked:
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, is my future here at all?"
The iMirror replied: "Look in your heart, you know what's true: and deep down you know what to do. This evil group's made you a mess: leaving's the key to happiness."
So she took the iMirror's advice and left.
Her journey away from her previous working life took her through a forest of recruiter trees. They were grouped together thickly and towered over her, casting shadows across her path, winding their branches together until there was no light from the sky above. The recruiters' branches snatched and tore at her clothes, no matter which path she took. Each time the lady thought she'd found refuge and a safe way forward, the recruiter trees would entwine their branches, baring her progress and forcing her to lose direction as she sought a new route through the forest. Stumbling and frightened, the lady pushed forward, with only her iMirror for company. She asked it:
"Mirror, Mirror, in your frame, please tell me, am I to blame?"
The iMirror replied: "Don't blame yourself, lovely lady: recruiters want to earn a fee. Keep looking - there's one that will possess connections to grant you happiness."
So she took the iMirror's advice and continued on her journey.
Suddenly, in front of her, the recruiter trees opened into a glade of flowers and grass. Gratefully, the lady sank to the floor to rest. As she and the iMirror sat with the sun on their faces for the first time in what felt like forever, a beautiful stag entered the clearing. His burnished coat shone in the rays, he wore magnificent antlers and walked with grace. The lady approached him carefully, offering her hand in friendship. As she walked towards him, she spoke kindly and with passion about her hopes for her future, and explaining how she would be a wonderful addition to the stag's herd. The stag listened carefully, his intelligent eyes seemingly filled with understanding and admiration that the lady could be so trusting and kind despite the knocks she'd suffered along the way. The lady drew alongside the stag, standing at his shoulder as an equal. He swung his magnificent antlers towards her, drew back his lips and bit her hard on the arm. The lady jumped away, crying in pain and bewilderment, before running back to the companionship of her iMirror. She cried:
"Mirror, Mirror, on the grass - why's this stag been such an arse?"
The iMirror replied: "You find yourself filled with reproach because you tried direct approach. This stag promised to fulfil your dreams, but beauty's not always what it seems. He's judged you and delivered sentence. That stag's a dickhead, keep your distance."
So she took the iMirror's advice, cradled her injured arm and continued on her journey.
Many, many days later, with little time for rest, the lady arrived at a beautiful castle. Its walls were built of bricks of experience and the turrets flew with flags of creativity. As she approached, the drawbridge lowered and a handsome prince walked towards her the biggest bar of Galaxy she'd ever seen, and a cup of tea in his hands. He said:
"I'm so glad you're here. I've been watching your blog and I'm aware of how badly the corporate world has treated you. Here, you have the freedom to be yourself, to write and create in the safety of a castle that will protect you from the step-companies. You can work in your pjs, at any time of the day or night and while there will always be challenges and haters, the walls of your castle will keep you safe."
The lady accepted the chocolate and the tea, and she wrote happily ever after.
THE END
The lady was good and kind, and genuinely cared about people. She had once been beautiful, but tried to avoid looking full frontal in the iMirror on the Wall now, because middle age was creeping up on her. By squinting, she was able to remember how she looked as a girl, before her hair started to grey, her skin lost its youthful glow and her body bore the marks of motherhood. Although her outward beauty was fading, her inner beauty shone brightly for all to see. Anyway, we digress.
This lady had spent her career toiling for evil step-companies, but she dreamed of working at something she truly loved, without the in-house politics and empty words of progression and pay rises that haunted her days. Still, despite the lies and underhandedness, our heroine worked with loyalty, passion and dedication.
Although she struggled with her relationship with the iMirror on the Wall, she recognised that its truthfulness and insightful commentary were given with only her best at heart. After several months of deep unhappiness with her working life, she stood in front of the iMirror and asked:
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, is my future here at all?"
The iMirror replied: "Look in your heart, you know what's true: and deep down you know what to do. This evil group's made you a mess: leaving's the key to happiness."
So she took the iMirror's advice and left.
Her journey away from her previous working life took her through a forest of recruiter trees. They were grouped together thickly and towered over her, casting shadows across her path, winding their branches together until there was no light from the sky above. The recruiters' branches snatched and tore at her clothes, no matter which path she took. Each time the lady thought she'd found refuge and a safe way forward, the recruiter trees would entwine their branches, baring her progress and forcing her to lose direction as she sought a new route through the forest. Stumbling and frightened, the lady pushed forward, with only her iMirror for company. She asked it:
"Mirror, Mirror, in your frame, please tell me, am I to blame?"
The iMirror replied: "Don't blame yourself, lovely lady: recruiters want to earn a fee. Keep looking - there's one that will possess connections to grant you happiness."
So she took the iMirror's advice and continued on her journey.
Suddenly, in front of her, the recruiter trees opened into a glade of flowers and grass. Gratefully, the lady sank to the floor to rest. As she and the iMirror sat with the sun on their faces for the first time in what felt like forever, a beautiful stag entered the clearing. His burnished coat shone in the rays, he wore magnificent antlers and walked with grace. The lady approached him carefully, offering her hand in friendship. As she walked towards him, she spoke kindly and with passion about her hopes for her future, and explaining how she would be a wonderful addition to the stag's herd. The stag listened carefully, his intelligent eyes seemingly filled with understanding and admiration that the lady could be so trusting and kind despite the knocks she'd suffered along the way. The lady drew alongside the stag, standing at his shoulder as an equal. He swung his magnificent antlers towards her, drew back his lips and bit her hard on the arm. The lady jumped away, crying in pain and bewilderment, before running back to the companionship of her iMirror. She cried:
"Mirror, Mirror, on the grass - why's this stag been such an arse?"
The iMirror replied: "You find yourself filled with reproach because you tried direct approach. This stag promised to fulfil your dreams, but beauty's not always what it seems. He's judged you and delivered sentence. That stag's a dickhead, keep your distance."
So she took the iMirror's advice, cradled her injured arm and continued on her journey.
Many, many days later, with little time for rest, the lady arrived at a beautiful castle. Its walls were built of bricks of experience and the turrets flew with flags of creativity. As she approached, the drawbridge lowered and a handsome prince walked towards her the biggest bar of Galaxy she'd ever seen, and a cup of tea in his hands. He said:
"I'm so glad you're here. I've been watching your blog and I'm aware of how badly the corporate world has treated you. Here, you have the freedom to be yourself, to write and create in the safety of a castle that will protect you from the step-companies. You can work in your pjs, at any time of the day or night and while there will always be challenges and haters, the walls of your castle will keep you safe."
The lady accepted the chocolate and the tea, and she wrote happily ever after.
THE END
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Thanks for ranting!