05/12/2021
This was not the person I wanted to be.
Had I really almost yelled at my boss in a public café?
Surely not.
I was the mild mannered home-schooled girl who always did everything "right".
I packed up my one-too-many bags, plugged my headphones in with music to distract myself, and jumped in the elevator.
I stared out at the last glimpses of a sunset over the cityscape of Perth. My gym bag hung particularly heavy on my shoulder.
I should’ve gone for a run. My mood was always better when I got a run in. But the day had just left me with no mental energy to get those shoes on and force myself out of the building for a run. I’d kept myself busy with fine tuning some report or other until it was too dark for a run.
The music failed to do its job to distract me.
I kept replaying the meeting over in my head.
The meeting had been to discuss my business case for manager.
It wasn’t very manager-ly to slap my hand on the table in a café.
I’d never get the promotion now. No matter how well crafted my business case was.
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This was one of those formative moments in my career. Continue reading on the blog to hear what I learnt: https://www.laurenbdixon.com/post/work-and-the-quest-for-meaning
This was not the person I wanted to be. Had I really almost yelled at my boss in a public café? Surely not. I was the mild mannered home-schooled girl who always did everything "right". I packed up my one-too-many bags, plugged my headphones in with music to distract myself, and jumped in the eleva...