Pride, Precision, and Paycheck
Why I Still Do My Best Work Even When the System Doesn’t Deserve It
I’ve been through ten jobs in nearly three decades. I’ve survived layoffs, restructures, reorgs. I’ve seen people laid off after twenty-five years at the same company—just another line item in a spreadsheet. And yet, every time I change roles, I leave clean documentation. I leave things better than I found them. I leave with my reputation intact.
Pride
Good work is its own reward. That might sound like a platitude—until you’ve seen how temporary most jobs really are. Once you know that, pride in your work matters just as much as performance reviews. One builds your reputation inside the company; the other follows you to the next one.
When I ship something clean, when I solve something hard, when I leave behind something someone else can pick up without cursing my name—that’s mine. That sense of “I did that shit” sticks with me longer than any bonus.
I don’t care if the company forgets my name the day I leave. I remember it. I can answer questions about what I achieved in STAR format during my next interview.
Precision
This isn’t about perfectionism. It’s about craft.
When I stay a few extra hours to do a clean handoff—even after being told I’m being let go—it’s not for them. It’s because I built this thing, and it deserves to be handed off right. That’s not emotional attachment. That’s professional standards.
Precision doesn’t just make my work better. It makes the next opportunity easier. It means I can look any future employer in the eye and say, “Ask the last client how I left.” And they do.
Paycheck
Let’s not pretend: I work because I want to get paid.
Money buys leverage. It buys breathing room. It buys the right to say no.
It’s what lets me walk away clean and not look back.
And also? I have an addiction to food and shelter—and I don’t have the body to walk around naked. So yeah, I get paid.