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The Real Problem With Going Back to the Office
Beware of the middle manager showing his teeth, they bite.
“No.”
No one expected to get that as an answer.
The email was being projected on the conference room wall. The pasty executives with their too-dark-dyed-hair and too-skinny-light-blue-suit with fashionably scuffed yet shiny brown shoes looked on in disgust.
And fear.
And little beads of sweat popped from the occasional brow.
“No” had clearly put them in a tailspin.
Everyone back to the office on Monday.
Was the directive, request, or whatever the hell it was.
I sat there looking at the email, shaking my head, and thinking of nothing other than having to wear long pants and shoes for 9 hours a day. My heart sank, and I logged in to check my investments to see if I could quit and take some time looking for options. Not a good option.
Then I saw the response, gloriously replied to all.
“No”
A voice of reason.
Thankfully, it wasn’t me that replied. The head of contracting was the one that sent the terse, pithy response.
