Just outside Chattanooga, at a gas station while I’m filling up my tank, I’m overcome with frustration and resentment. I gave years of my life time, energy, loyalty to this company. I’m a Level 3, yet I feel completely powerless. I think of the people who report to me their faces flash through my mind. None of them are happy, and I can’t do a damn thing for them.
I can’t even tell someone, “It’s okay, take a day and work from home.” Because the moment I do, others will ask, and no matter how logical or justified it is, my AVP won’t budge. He just doesn’t have the spine for it.
It eats at me this helplessness. My hands are tied. I keep telling myself this will blow over soon. I just hope I’m right.