Hierarchies

Maybe that's part of my problem, with my work stuff. I hate hierarchies. I understand that they have their place, and that it "works", but really? And I know a million people have dealt with having people who were once their coworkers managing them and it stinks a little bit, but this is different still, because I'm a freak.
I don't have the sucking up gene. It's missing. Do you know why? Because we are all the freakin same. Obama's shit stinks. Sometimes he probably smells bad and Michelle has to order him into the shower, immediately. He has cried at movies, I bet, and he has felt so frustrated he's wanted to quit. He's felt like the whole world hates him, and he's felt like he's loved. He loves his family bigger than anything, and is terrified he's taken missteps in raising his daughters. He and Michelle have certainly had their fights, and they have both probably wondered if "it" was worth it, getting married, being President, pick a topic. Michelle has wondered why he can't just put his dirty clothes in the dirty pile instead of 4 feet from it. Or why he can't hit the damned toilet. It's no different anywhere. I know things about my boss. I knew him - the him of him, and I loved him. Review can't be fun to do, either, I know that. But I look around at all the people I am "suposed" to "suck up" to, or NOT talk to because they are SO FAR UP *THERE* and I don't get it. I'm not properly afraid of them. it would probably serve me well to BE afraid of them in some fashion. I'm just nervous because I am still me, probably more me than I've ever been, and I'm pretty sure he is not as HIM as he used to be- perhaps he is happy, perhaps he feels satisfied and fulfilled and good about him, but ME, I am going to have to sit there being ME and try to deal with whatever he pitches me...and I'm just ME.
UGH.
It's fine, really. I don't feel that worried about it anymore. I know what I'm going to and how I'm going to get there and it's going to be just fine, better than fine. I'm going to FLY. I'm going to make my soul happy, and I'm going to have a story to tell about getting the balls to DO SOMETHING.
I didn't run. I almost got motivated when I considered the good music I could listen to, but I'll worry about it tomorrow. For today, I just get to sit here and be me.
I wonder if I could get brave enough to get rid of cable? I'm refusing to watch TV right now, but I'll cave later.
In my dream world, I wonder if I even need a TV? I could read, knit, scrapbook, email, dream, scheme, make plans, write love notes to the people I love....and so could the kids. Wouldn't that be something?