At the end of my team meeting, the room fell silent, heavy with unspoken words. Sandra sat across from me, her gaze as cold as an Alaskan winter. — “Sandra,” I began to puncture the silence,
“Did I not make myself clear?” Our eyes locked, and she responded sharply,
“No, but we didn’t sign up for a monologue.” A monologue?!? I was furious. Weren’t I:
- the guiding star
- the benevolent leader
- the ever-inspiring beacon?