Floor technician.

Environmental technician.

Life coach.

Investment and retirement strategist.

Facility safety coordinator.

Interventional cardiologist.

Cardiothoracic and vascular surgeon.

Neurodevelopmental psychologist.

Are we hiding behind our words? Worse yet, are we afraid to be who we really are?

Maintenance man.

Trash man. 

Knowledgeable and experienced friend.


Security guard.



I see it every day. Someone comes to me for a run-of-the-mill mental health problem, absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and asks for help. For whatever reason, when we get to the social history taking part of the interview, the part where I ask things like “How far did you go in school?” and “Who lives with you at home right now?” and “What kind of work do you do?”, there is a very strong need to embellish. To make the mundane and the normal and the usual and the expected look and sound like much more than it really is.

Personal flaw? Societal norm? You tell me.

Years ago, when I was a child, it was okay to be just a teacher. Just a garbage man. Just a fisherman. Just a factory shift worker. Just a  shift supervisor. Just a lawyer. Just a doctor.

I remember with great fondness those people in my life who were sure of who they were, what they did, what they knew (and didn’t know) and were quite comfortable and proud of those things. I remember wanting to be like those adults. I wanted to be as quietly confident as they were. I wanted to be as sure of who I was as they were. I wanted to be like them when I grew up.

Nowadays, I see kids who are afraid to excel, even when they most assuredly can. I see adults who think that just because they process widgets in a factory that they will never be on par with the local businesswoman who wears painfully high heels or the stock broker who drives the BMW and has an office on the town square.

I see people who are blessed beyond measure with titles and material things and degrees and high-powered jobs. I see those same people buried alive under layer upon layer of regulations, rules and policies, so constricted that they are stifled and can barely breathe. 

I see people diluted by the clear, killing acid of modern life, spotless and sparkling in their constraining and confining societal beakers, proudly propped on wire stands and bubbling over Bunsen burners of advancement and promotion.

The problem?

Once the heat has been applied for too long by peers and regulating bodies and governmental institutions, once the clear liquid in the beaker has burned off and the residue is swirled around in the bottom of the vessel, there is nothing left.

The distilling process is no longer purifying, no longer leaving only the essence and the basic substance that undergirds life and stability and happiness. 

It leaves the beaker burned and crusted, and the flask at the other end of the rig…



6 thoughts on “Dystillation

  1. Jocelyn,

    Absolutely, in that setting.

    Everyone is jockeying for position, trying to get a leg up.

    Nothing inherently wrong with that unless it becomes the only motivation and the endpoint itself.

    Hope you are doing well and still enjoying your new life and city!



  2. Dark, but dead-on, Doc. My sister blames all on the repeal of “blue laws.” “All the trouble began, ” she says, “when Sunday shopping started.” An oversimplification that makes a lot of sense–we are over-revved, we do need one day off per week. My older, and much more conservative brother, blames everything on FDR and LBJ. “Government does not exist to solve our problems as most of you liberals believe, ” he opines. He’s partly right of course–the oh so dangerous half-truth. My neighbor still thinks the moon shots did it. I’m certain all the difficulty began when “Personnel” became “Human Resources” and no one objected. I’m not sure any of us hit the proverbial nail on the head, but I fear we’re beginning to fail as a society and I wonder what we can do about it. These things may help: learn to accept change as inevitable and necessary; spend less time longing for the past and more time anticipating a better future; live in the present as much as humanly possible; stroll into Human Resources and ask for Personnel.


  3. Art Buchwald I ain’t Doc, but I’m serious about “Human Resources.” For me, it has a slightly cannibalistic vibe. So, too, our “service economy.” I hear, instead “serve us.” Just how paranoid am I ??? I know, I know–no freebies! But seriously, you’re right about these obscure, inflated job titles–our workplace “newspeak.” I once took an interview for a “Floor Care Technician One” position conducted by a panel of three senior Environmental Tech Twos in which I was asked question questions like, “What color is the buffer pad used for stripping?” (Answer: Black or Dark Brown). It lasted over an hour and I didn’t get the job. The brother-in-law of the guy sitting on the right got it instead. Some things never change…!


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