Play Your Own Game

Martin was my first manager. A veteran of 20 years at a historic and beloved company, his job was, in all sense of the word, secure.

Then one day Martin and the rest of us found out the company had been sold.

Then things got funky. “Don’t worry, nothing will change,” said the new owners, but they must have had their fingers crossed behind their backs.

One day Martin came to work and like all of us, noticed all the conference rooms were booked for the day. His desk phone rang, it was the owners. They wanted to talk to Martin in one of the booked…