All about the white collar warrior

I work for a big, successful corporation with a healthy stock price and no end of evil chaos happening within its glass walls. I am, as so many if us are, a white collar warrior.

As a mid-level manager, a soldier engaged in trench warfare on the front lines of the American economy, I fight for survival everyday. I fight for my company's survival against absolutely brutal competition.

And I fight for my survival, struggling to keep the hellish, soul-sucking job that pays me pretty well, keeps the mortgage up-to-date and the wife supplied with god-knows-what from Home Depot and Pier One.

I battle my bosses, my boss's bosses, the peers in my department, my peers in other departments, contractors, customers, and the poor few who have to answer to me. I have a winning record, for if I didn't I wouldn't be employed. I'd say I win my battles about 60% of the time, which seems to be a solid record in the game of corporate hard ball.

So, what I see this blog as is a way to vent a bit, maybe give myself some perspective by looking at the job with the cold, objective eye of a journalist. And if there are other white collar warriors out there who see something of themselves in my tales of woe, then that's a decent bonus.

It's Sunday night. Tomorrow at 8 a.m., the battle begins again.