Most of my life has been lived outside the mainstream.
As a kid and a young adult, I always felt my difference as pain, as loneliness. And I wished that I could be like everyone else, that I could be popular that I could somehow transform from the short, pudgy, smart girl I was to the cheerleader or the prom queen.
I wanted to be on the inside, invited to parties, going on dates, gossiping, laughing at the oddballs and outsiders. I never made it – not in high school, not while working my way through college at Walt Disney World, not in graduate school and not in my long, rich career.
For years, decades actually, ranging across the 45+ years of my peripatetic career, I longed to be part of the crowd that always seemed to be having such a rollicking good time, drinking, laughing, talking, sleeping around, no cares, no worries, no anxiety.
For years, my various bosses, Division VPs and Line of Business Presidents in corporations and GMs and News Directors at television stations and up and down the East coast told me I didn’t fit. I was an oddball, a weirdo, not quite one of them. They constantly cajoled, ridiculed, and bullied me about my “misanthropic view” of my co-workers.
They also used me to, “…get the job done.”
Anywhere there was a problem, striking workers, poor business performance, failing systems, failing management — it didn’t matter what was going wrong – universally they sent “…Pat. She’ll figure it out, fix it, clean it up.”
And I did. And they paid me handsomely.
Why was I successful when no one else was? I was on the outside.
I didn’t care…about people, about feelings, about belonging. I found the problem, cleared the trash out, fixed the system or the management and moved on. I was not just disliked; I was hated. If I showed up at a unit, everyone knew I had the highest level of backing. Everyone knew someone was going to be fired.
When people actually had the courage to tell me they didn’t like me, my standard response was, “You don’t have to like me; we’re not sleeping together. You have to figure out how to work with me. So get on with it.”
Why? Was I stronger than the rest? Better? Braver?
I always wondered why I was able to carry my loneliness on my shoulders year after year, why kept doing the dirty job of cleaning up behind the elephants.
Sunday morning, November 27th, 2016, in response to a simple question from my husband, I knew why. I hung the laundry out that morning, before the sun came up. Yes, it was cold out — freezing, actually.
When he asked why, my short, simple answer was, “It was the right thing to do.” Not the easiest, not the least painful, not the fastest but the right thing.
Something shifted every so slightly the moment those words slipped out of my mouth and into the cold, clear air of dawn. I knew why I didn’t open the door, go inside with the everyone else, give up a bit of myself to be one of them.
It was the right thing to do.
Write On Target 
And your written words have given me the same, long sought after answer to the same questions. I am grateful.
Thanks Kate. If there is one thing the internet did for me, it was to show me that there are other people out there who stayed true to themselves no matter what pressure was applied. We are not as alone as we thought.
You remain the epitome of what I consider to be a great project manager.
You cared about getting the job done. Just not about anything else that got in the way, including “feelings” and corporate politics. You weren’t there to climb a ladder and be a “yes” man/woman.
I’m the same way.
Today, I KNOW what a good project manager should be doing and I’m more than willing to call someone out on it.
You earned a great deal of respect from me and continue to do so.
Thank you. You were and are one of my favorite programmers/people. You made my job easy by being there, with your team, working with them, not over them, and making it easier for them to do their jobs. I think of you often Wade…and am so glad we passed each other along the way.