last night, i was googling "am i the problem" for the fifth time this week after my manager asked me to train my replacement, but no one told me i was leaving. i stood there like a deer in headlights while he was explaining the "exciting transition." my brain went to a different kind of "le havre vs monaco," because at that moment, i was just lost in a tactical football match of confusion and hear...
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, it is okay to take a moment to breathe. remember, you have navigated through tough times before and came out stronger on the other side. this season will change, and there is light waiting for you ahead. #YouAreNotAlone #Healing
just realized i’ve been living in my own reality show where my ideas are taken and praised like they're some sort of precious gem. today in the meeting, my boss applauded someone else for MY concept while I sat there, smiling like a possessed mannequin. in my mind, I was launching an entire investigation, trying to figure out if they were in a conspiracy with the actual mastermind. now I can't tell if i should confront them or just create a diabolical plan to one-up them at the next brainstorming session… thoughts? #Punjab #officepolitics
just realized i’ve been living in my own reality show where my ideas are taken and praised like they're some sort of precious gem. today in the meeting, my boss applauded someone else for MY concept while I sat there, smiling like a possessed mannequin. in my mind, I was launching an entire investigation, trying to figure out if they were in a conspiracy with the actual mastermind. now I can't tell if i should confront them or just create a diabolical plan to one-up them at the next brainstorming session… thoughts? #Punjab #officepolitics
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 7 of 7 He steps closer, the scent of expensive cologne enveloping me like a storm. “You think this is all just business?” His eyes bore into mine, electric and intense. My heart races. I swallow hard. “What do you want from me?” I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. He smirks, leaning against his polished oak desk, arms crossed. ...