Work, Worth, and Who the Hell Is on the Team

It has been a while since I wandered over to Di’s place for Share Your World, so I figured it was time to see what kind of trouble her questions could get me into.

This week, Di has us talking about work—the ideal job, workplace disappointment, promotions, teamwork, and the kind of company we might build if given the opportunity. Considering some of my experiences over the years, a few of these questions were easier to answer than others. A couple may have poked the bear.

As always, these are my answers, shaped by my experiences and whatever wisdom I managed to salvage from them.

You can find Di’s original Share Your World questions here: Share Your World — 5th October 2026

Now, let’s see what kind of mess I can make of perfectly innocent questions.


If you could have an ideal job, what would it be?

My ideal job would be creating art that feeds me spiritually—work that leaves me feeling more alive for having made it. And hopefully, some of that joy finds its way into the work itself, so the people who encounter it can feel a little of what I felt while creating it.

Have you ever been disappointed with a job you thought would be ideal?

Yes, of course. Oddly enough, it wasn’t the job itself that disappointed me. I enjoyed the work. The problem was the people I worked with and, more specifically, their interpretation of the rules.

I’ve always believed rules should provide structure and consistency. What frustrated me was watching the same rules bend, stretch, or suddenly become carved in stone depending on who was involved or who was doing the interpreting. Eventually, even work you enjoy becomes difficult when you spend more energy navigating people than actually doing the job.

Do you believe promotions in the workplace are given to those who work hard, those who are qualified for the job, or those who happen to be friends with management?

I’ve actually seen all three.

I’ve watched people get promoted because they worked hard and earned it. I’ve seen qualified people move into positions because they were genuinely the best person for the job. I don’t have a problem with either of those. Even when I wanted the position myself, I could respect the decision if the person had earned it.

It’s that third one that gives me the “sweet ass.”

When friendship, favoritism, or office politics carries more weight than ability, experience, or effort, it damages more than morale. It tells everyone else that the standards they were told mattered really don’t. Work hard. Learn your job. Become qualified. Do everything right—and then watch somebody leapfrog over you because they know the right person.

That’s not promotion. That’s preference wearing a name tag.

Do you prefer working as part of a team or on your own?

It depends on the task at hand—and, admittedly, who the hell is on the team.

I enjoy working on my own. There is a certain freedom in being able to set my own pace, make decisions, solve problems, and adjust direction without having to hold a committee meeting every fifteen minutes.

However, some projects are simply too large or complex for one person. The sheer scope of the work requires a team, and when you have the right people—people who understand their responsibilities, communicate, and respect what everyone brings to the table—a good team can accomplish things that would be nearly impossible alone.

So, I suppose I prefer working independently when the work allows it and collaboratively when the work demands it.

Just choose the team carefully.

If you could build your own company, what would it be?

I would build a creative studio along with a small press dedicated to independent authors and artists.

The studio would be a place where different creative disciplines could cross paths—writing, photography, visual art, filmmaking, graphic design, and whatever strange idea somebody dragged through the door that morning. I wouldn’t want creativity divided into neat little boxes. Some of the most interesting work happens when those boxes get knocked over.

The small press would focus on indie authors, particularly writers with strong voices who might not fit comfortably into what traditional publishing considers marketable. I understand the value of standards, editing, and professionalism, but I also believe there is a difference between helping someone strengthen their voice and sanding away everything that made the voice interesting in the first place.

I wouldn’t want to build a factory for content.

I’d want to build a place where people could create work that feeds them spiritually—and hopefully some of that joy, truth, madness, and humanity would make its way to the people who eventually experience it.

What are you grateful for this week?

This week, I’m grateful that we made it home safely.

It was one of those trips where enough things went wrong to remind you how quickly a plan can become something entirely different. We dealt with problems, adjusted when necessary, and kept moving, but we didn’t do it alone.

We had a solid support team behind us, and I can say without hesitation that we would not have made it through everything without them. Sometimes you don’t fully appreciate the people standing behind you until circumstances force you to lean on them.

So this week, I’m grateful for safe travels, good people, and the reminder that being capable doesn’t mean you have to do everything alone.

Prompt Addicts Anonymous

Hi, my name is Mangus, and apparently… I write.

“Me, pretending I’m above blog prompts while secretly outlining my fifth entry.”


Do I like blogging challenges and blog hops?
No. They’re annoying. They’re addictive. They’re helpful. And I resent all of that.

I don’t like being told what to write.
Until I do.
Then suddenly I’m five prompts deep, haven’t blinked in two hours, and now I’m questioning my entire emotional architecture because someone dared to ask, “What does the moon mean to you?”

I don’t like structure.
But I need it.
Because without a deadline or a theme, I will absolutely stare into the void and call it “research.”

Blog hops? Ugh.
Too much small talk.
Too many exclamation points.
And yet, three comments in, I’ve discovered a writer who casually blew my mind with a six-sentence story about grief and bees, and now I’m subscribed, emotionally compromised, and wondering how I ever lived without them.

So yeah. I complain. Loudly. Often.
I feel this way on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
I suppose it’s because my coffee delivery is usually late. My favorite pen ran out of ink again, and the “good” refills are on backorder on Amazon.
It’s not that I’m bitter. I’m just… creatively dehydrated and emotionally overcaffeinated on the wrong days.

However, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, something shifts in the universe.
Champagne falls from the heavens.
Words become the elixir of the gods.
In the dead of winter, I smell the tranquil aroma of lavender in the gentle breeze.
My fingers dance. My spirit opens. The muse doesn’t knock — she kicks down the door with glitter in her wake and says, “Write, fool.”

And I do.

And don’t even get me started on the enablers.
There’s Sadje, who keeps creating these annoying, wonderful challenges, like Sunday Poser. So, what if I built an entire series based on one of them?
Then there’s Di, dropping a daily prompt I now use as a backbone for long fiction like it’s a casual hobby. She’s also got this “Share Your World” thing — yeah, I’m not sharing jack. Even though, if we’re being honest, this post accidentally answers the first two questions of this week’s challenge. I have no idea what she’s talking about on the last two.
And Fandango — this ole fart has a daily word challenge I use across multiple posts. I’m an ole fart too, fist in the air and all that. Solidarity.
Melissa from Mom with a Blog — I don’t know, maybe moms were the original Jedi. She posts these random images with alt text that make me write funny, weird things… and I enjoy it. Can you say,” Jedi mind trick?” The betrayal.
Eugi doing all kinds of magical stuff and her Moonwashed Weekly Prompts got me feeling all peace, love, and hair grease. Writing beautiful peaceful stuff. That’s just wrong! Shame on you!
And Esther Chilton? She just shows up once a week, drops off a prompt like it’s no big deal. I gotta wait a whole week for the next one. It’s crap like that which killed cable.
Let’s not forget the peskily awesome staff at Promptly Written, who boldly accepted the rantings of an insomniac and continue to push their readers to explore their creative limits. What the hell is that? Inspiration by force? Motivation disguised as structure. Madness. Glorious, structured madness.

Don’t get me started with the photography challenges.
Cee — may Allah have mercy on her — encouraged me to explore my camera, sending me running to capture images of things I’d normally ignore without a second thought. Who does that? Cee did.
Images I took for her challenges have ended up as descriptions or scenes in so many stories. Too many to mention.
And Leanne Cole with her Monochrome Madness — scoffs — having me try to add depth, texture, and shadow to things that clearly weren’t meant to be that serious. And yet… I tried. Multiple times. Because apparently, I have no control over my own artistic direction anymore, if ever.
Because of these women — and others — I’ve even heard people refer to me as a Photographer. Of course, I correct them. Obviously. But people be yapping about anything these days.

Here’s what I say about the lot of them:
“How dare you ask me to create my ass off and enjoy it?”
Complete. Utter. Rubbish.


So? Which one of you enablers got under your skin this week?

Sadje. Di. Fandango.
The crime? Just read the damn blog.

Let’s call it what it is: Prompts Addicts Anonymous.

“Hello, my name is Mangus…”
[sniff]
“…and I’m a…”
(It’s okay, we’re here for you.)
“…I’m a prompter.”
(Applause)
“Hey Mangus…”


Author’s Note:
This essay was born in public — a response to a simple blog prompt that, like most of my writing, spiraled into something I didn’t expect. It lives on the edge between complaint and confession, between sarcastic side-eye and real reverence for the people and prompts that keep dragging me back to the page.

If you’ve ever rolled your eyes at structure, dodged a deadline, or cursed the muse for showing up late and uninvited — this one’s for you.

And if you’re one of the people I name in here?
Yeah, I’m talking about you — but in a good way.
With sincere gratitude and thanks. You guys and so many more are one of the reasons I keep going.

— Mangus

Share Your World – 11112024

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – SHARE YOUR WORLD

I’ve always liked this challenge but haven’t participated in it in a while.

1.  If reincarnation exists, would you like to come back as a domestic pet or a wild animal? I don’t think reincarnation works this way, but it would be cool if it did. However, I can’t decide which one. As domestic pet life is sweet, just ask my cat. Yet, as a wild animal, all that power and freedom.

2. Do you think Zoos are a good idea? As a child, the zoo was within walking distance and free. I spent time watching the wild cats and the monkeys, so I loved them. However, now I don’t feel the same way. I can’t stand watching them in that environment, none of them. I think all species should be free in their own habitat.

3.  Have you ever been to a safari park? Nope, never wanted to go. I’ve seen my share of wild animals. Sometimes, I was freaked out. They look smaller on television and in magazines. I know this example isn’t a safari, but watching wild mustangs run wild was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I considered letting a mountain lion eat my little brother once, but I figured I would have trouble explaining to his mother how I let this happen to her baby.

4.  Have you visited an oceanarium? Once, it was so freaking cool, but I still think about them as I do about zoos. They should be free no matter how cool they are swimming around stuff. Oh my gosh, the dolphins.

Turkey Day, Hemi’s, Bullitt, and Family

Here’s my response to pensitivity101‘s Share Your World

Here are this week’s questions:

Gratitude:
Knowing you’re loved is priceless.

Over the last several weeks, I’ve had a rough go of it, to put it mildly. What I have learned and been reminded of is that I’m loved. There is no doubt about that.

What is your idea of a good holiday? Seeing the sights, lazing on a beach, hitting the night spots, getting away from it all……………….

My favorite holiday in the U.S. is Thanksgiving. It’s all about the food. Dishes you haven’t had all year are waiting for you to gorge yourself into oblivion. There are no diets or anything like that. In short, it is the ultimate cheat day. Another thing about this holiday, perhaps the most important, is being with family. It doesn’t get any better than that.

You are offered tickets to a show. Which would you prefer, Opera, Play, Cinema, Entertainment, Ice Gala, or something else?

During my 50th birthday celebration, a friend took me to see Cirque du Soleil. I remember complaining the entire trip to the show. Grumbling nonsense about any and everything. My friend stood her ground and let me rant. She had gotten us incredible seats, and the show was amazing. The gracefulness of the performers was breathtaking. It was an ice show, so I kept waiting for someone to face plant. Didn’t happen. I would watch something like that again.

Have you ever won a sports trophy (or something similar for a particular achievement):

I was a jock during my youth, so I picked up a few trophies here and there. My mother kept them in a bag. I received awards while serving in the military. I used to call the wall my wife hung them on “The Wall of Shame.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of the time I spent in the military. There is no question that it helped shape me into the man I am today. I never did buy into the whole medal thing. It was more about what we were doing and its importance. However, there was an occasion when I was recognized for an achievement. I got no medal or ceremony, just a simple handwritten thank you note. That gesture means more to me than any awards.

What is your dream car (fact or fictional):

As a child, I remember being enthralled by several cars before settling in on my favorite. I still can’t pick a definite favorite, but two stand out. In 1979, the cult classic Phantasm was released. It was a tripped out movie that didn’t make any sense to me at the time. However, my friends and I still talk about that movie. Not as much as we did as kids, but now and again, someone will mention a line at the perfect moment, and we just laugh.

There were several notable characters in that film, but it wasn’t a character that caused the movie to be bookmarked in my mind; it was the car. A Plymouth Barracuda raced away, rescuing the characters and taking them to safety. From that moment, that was my car. I did my best to learn about that model car, but I discovered something different that I loved even more. A 1968 Plymouth Hemi Cuda became my jam. Take a look

My first love

As I got older and started my journey into becoming a mechanic with my father, I learned more about cars and their capabilities. My father was aware of my infatuation with the Hemi but schooled me about the other muscle cars of that era. My appreciation grew for American Muscle. I had the privilege of building and repairing several different ones with my dad. I’m more of a circuit head than a gearhead. Yet, I love mechanics; it’s in me bones. After Pop went to the otherside of the veil, I found myself watching old movies with car chases: Smokey and the Bandit, Dukes of Hazzard, The French Connection, and finally, Bullitt. I found my second love, a 1968 Ford Mustang – GT-500. Let’s take a look at the scene that grabbed me.

My second love

However, a different year model of Mustang, the movie Gone in 60 Seconds, the remake with Nicolas Cage, featured a 1967 GT-500. The original featured a 1971 Mustang, a beast in her own right but not as sexy. Here are two clips that express my love for this car.

Demonstrates my respect for the car
Sweet!

I Hate Shopping

Share Your World 23rd October

Here are this week’s questions about shopping habits:

1.  When food shopping, do you prefer to shop online or in person? I do a great deal of online shopping for convenience, but I prefer to walk the aisles and see the things that aren’t on the website. Plus, you have an opportunity to examine your purchase before leaving the store. I can’t count the number of times I’ve purchased something online and be disappointed when it arrives. It’s almost like they have a magic camera when taking photos for the website.
2.  Do you take/stick to a shopping list? I’ve always made a list in my head. I typically purchase only the things I intend to purchase. Online shopping makes the need for a list easier to stick to.
3.  Do you shop around or are you store loyal for convenience? I’m pretty loyal if the service and they have the product I’m looking for. However, I believe in having a backup plan, so I often look around at several stores before settling down with a single store.
4.  Roughly how long does it take you to do a weekly shop? It depends on what I need to purchase. Typically it takes me about two hours.

FedEx, Strange Money, and Who Am I?

Here’s my response to Pensitivity101’s Share Your World

This week on her is a lovely tribute. It is in the memories of others that we truly achieve immortality. May we all become immortal.

Do you ever feel more excited about getting the package in the mail, rather than the item that’s in it? Yes, there have many times I received a package and wondered what goodies am I about to receive. I’ve been let down too many times, to be specific.

What is the difference between your ideal self and your real self? (i.e. what attribute or physical feature would allow you feel the ideal ‘you’?) I wish I saw myself as something else. I wonder who I would become? What would be the ideal version of myself? Would I be suave? Charismatic? Perhaps I would live on a mountain in an unknown region, communing with the birds. Wouldn’t it be cool to learn a bird language? In this ideal version of myself, would I still be a writer?


However, I’m not that fortunate. I am just a simple man living my life as best I can. I embrace my faults and learn from them. Some lessons are costly, and others not so much. Yet, no matter the cost, each is full of wisdom. I need the patience to listen. Who I am may not work for some, but it’s good enough for me. Everyone else is already taken. This includes any fantasy version of myself. I’m a writer, so I can make myself pretty sweet. However, The Madre has always urged me to use my powers for good. If I’m nothing else, I strived to be a good son.

If you found $2,000 on the ground and there were no witnesses, what would you do with it? I would turn it to the local authorities. Some folks are looking at this answer and saying, “Yeah, right, you would turn it in.” But I would. I’ve lost money before, and someone turned it in. I’m very thankful for that honest person. So why not pay it forward?

Are you ever morally obliged to take action? Under what circumstances? Yes, whenever I can assist people in need. As long as it doesn’t interfere with my responsibilities to my family. When this occurs, it usually affects how much I can assist. My code doesn’t allow me to say no.

Worn out carpet, Bubble baths, and the Boob Tube

Here are this week’s questions (which are nothing to do with Halloween):

  1. Do you have carpets, rugs, laminating flooring, tiles, or wooden floors (or something else) in your property. I always wanted shag carpet. Only because I liked the name. I enjoyed how it sounded when I said it. Currently, I have an old single ply carpet. I’m pretty sure it screams each time I walk into the kitchen. However, my preferred flooring is wooden floors. I love the coolness on the bottom of my feet as I walk through the house in the winter. How it feels as it warms after I get the fireplace going.
  2. Do you have a bathtub and separate shower, or a combination of the two? Back during the fancy years, I had a stand alone shower. It worked great in the mornings. Waiting for your turn in the bathroom blows. I had a house full of daughters, so bathroom time was precious. Now, I have run of the mill garden variety combo. Nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.
  3. What is your favourite room of the house, and why?
    My office. This is where the magic happens. This place I can go and be myself. I get to create some of the most amazing things. Like the boy who’s afraid to talk to the girl of his dreams because he has one leg longer than the other. Something you don’t even notice unless he tells you.

    Mr. Crabtree has been sitting by the window over medicated for six months. He doesn’t complain because somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels he deserves this fate. He watches the night nurses grope one another. He hears them talking about how stoned he is. How he couldn’t tell a soul about what he sees. Then, one day, everything changes. He smells a hint of lilac and lavender. A soft, loving voice is speaking in his ear. He can’t believe this person is talking to him. This was the day he met Rose.
  4.  How many televisions do you have? too many. 4 total. 2 for watching the tele and 2 serve as monitors for my desktop

Cash, Chess pie, and a Well Fitted Suit

Share Your World – 16th October.

Here are this week’s questions:

  1.   What is your favourite dessert? This is a difficult question for me because I’m diabetic. So, officially I hate dessert. However, before diabetes, I had a three dessert rotation depending on the situation. For quick fixes, there are freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. They must be soft, not the crunchy kind. Most store brought brands are trash. However, there is a Canadian brand that is quite nice. Secondly, Pecan pie, is there anything more that needs to be said about its scrumptiousness. Lastly, my mother-in-law’s Chess pie. Now, this might take a minute because my mouth is watering thinking about it. She stopped making them when she reached her eighties, and my brother-in-law took over the baking duties. I love him, but he’s fired.
  2.   Do you still use cash to pay for goods? Not really much anymore. Perhaps I should. The world of electronic currency is a little unsettling. However, it’s hard to remain old school when you have vendors who don’t take cash. Get this? They have the nerve to charge you a convenience fee.
  3.   Apart from a house, car, or holiday, what is the most expensive thing you’ve purchased? My video equipment, my Sony FS-5, and Macbook Pro lead the charge. If we add the peripherals, the price is ridiculous. However, it’s been several years, and the equipment is still very well. So, with the quality, I pretty much forgot about the price.
  4.   If you are going out for a special occasion, what is your favoured outfit? Any special occasion I wear a tailored suit and shirt.

RC Cola, Moon pies, and the loss of Innocence

Share Your World 2nd October Response.

Here are this week’s questions:
1.  When you were a child, did you have your friends round for tea even if it wasn’t your birthday? Were you invited to stay for tea at a friend’s house? I was raised in America, so the only we had was Sun Tea. Which consisted of placing Lipton tea bags in a large jar and sitting it on the porch. I forgot about sweet tea. We love our sweet tea and lemonade. The closest thing to what this question asked is my friends and I would scrouge change and go down to the filling station to buy RC Cola and a Moon Pie. We’d sit on the curb eating our pie and drinking our pop, like kings of the four blocks that comprised our neighborhood.

2.  What was your first job in adult life? I joined the military right out of high school. There is nothing more to say about that.

3.  Do you enjoy shopping (food, clothes, gifts etc)? I hate shopping for the most part. I mainly purchase books and electronics. Used bookstores are my happy place. I must remain calm when I find a treasure I have been looking for months. Weirdly, people stare at you like you’re a lunatic when you get all excited about a book find. As a child, they would shake their heads with looks of pity on their faces. I would overhear them saying, “Don’t stare! I told you about staring at God’s special people. That poor child.” For a while, I didn’t know they were talking about me. When I did discover it, I whooped a little louder.

4.  What was the best bargain you ever got? I’m not sure if this is considered a bargain or not. Since the word bargain is a bit subjective. It really depends on the person and the item. I walked into a pawn shop once and saw a stack of LP’s on the shelf for sale. The stack was riddled with no name band in the last twenty years, but as I reached the bottom of the pile, I struck gold. I found an original pressing of Howlin Wolf’s London Sessions. Quickly, I took it to the counter to purchase. Turns out the owner of the store was an old friend from back when we both had hair, and our eyes hadn’t seen all the things we had. In a way, back when we were both innocent.

You’re not Living Up to Your Potential, Young Man.

Here is my response to the Share Your World challenge

  1. Do you remember your first teacher at school? Of course, I do! How can I forget the woman who introduced me to nap time on a blue and red mat with white trim? Looking back, It seems I was destined to sleep on the ground on a foam mat, much thinner I might add. In the military, I didn’t sleep when I was supposed to either. Despite this, my first teacher was pretty cool. She visited me in the hospital after my gymnast attempt fiasco.
  2. What was your best and worst subjects? I can’t remember my best subject I pretty much sucked at all of them. I do remember being bored for most of grade school. However, there were a few high points. The Monarch butterfly and acting out plays. There was a girl who was stupid smart who always would read a book and turn it into a play. I think we were in the third grade. She is probably some famous playwright or something. I’d look her up if I could just remember her name. Susie, Blanche, Mara, none of those sound right. I’m going to chuck that one into the L column.
  3. Were you encouraged in class or did you just muddle along? Of course, I was encouraged I went to a great school. However, I did muddle along. This is when I heard the statement that followed me for the rest of my academic career. “Young man, you are working at your potential.” Nearly every teacher either said it to my mother’s face, which by the way were dark times for me, or wrote on my report card. My mother worked her butt off. Here I was playing around in school. I had one job, you know?
  4. Would you like to be a student today? I pretty much have outgrown a good portion of my shenanigans, however, I still pepper a bit of high jinxes for flavor. I wouldn’t want anyone who knew me back then to think I’m reformed or something. One of my teachers attended one of my lectures, years ago. She waited until after I finished and came up to me. She had this expression that mixed with confusion and pride all at once. She asked if I was the little that gave her such a hard time in english class. I was taken back by the question. I was lecturing somewhere other than my hometown so I wasn’t expecting someone to actually know me.

    She was an older version of herself. She hadn’t put weight and looked rather striking for her age. I smiled and nodded. She hugged me and we had coffee. I started going on about Gordon Weaver and she rolled right with me. Then the phone came out and it was picture time. Children, grandchildren, and have you been occupied the remainder of our conversation. As she left, she paused and looked back, and told me she always believed in me. Then she turned and walked away.

    If I had believed in myself, perhaps, it wouldn’t have taken me so long to get things going in the right direction.

Image by Swastik Arora from Pixabay

A Glimpse into Madness

Here is a glimpse of my world in response to Pensitivity101“s prompt

Here are this week’s questions:

  1. If you could reinvent yourself, how would you like to be? I wouldn’t change much about myself. Each success and failure has been a learning experience I’ve found them useful in a variety of situations. However, I think it would be nice to live without the nightmares.
  2. Would you like to be a pet in your household? Yes, of course, I believe pets make us better. They can be messy, but the emotional support they provide is crucial. At least, it’s that way for me.
  3. How many house moves have you had as an adult? I have moved a lot as an adult. A few countries and several states. I’m going to guess and say, maybe 15 times.
  4. What was your favourite home? I don’t have a favorite home was whereever my wife and children were. It’s literally that simple for me. 

Gratitude:
It costs nothing to be nice. You may even be remembered for it.