It all started when my boss came to me with a request at
work. He asked me to do something that felt as if I were being singled out from
among my peers to be the only one to adhere to a new policy. There was a temptation to take offense, and I
felt every telltale symptom begin to rise inside me.
I was indignant.
I couldn’t take my mind off the situation.
My outrage grew, and it began to upset me. My shoulders tensed.
My mind raced, and my heart pounded.
All the while, I sat silently at my desk with a professional air carrying out my work. But be not mistaken. There was war going on in me.
My pride had been injured, and the urge to retaliate was
intensifying with every passing moment.
I strategized ways to challenge the request, at least
indirectly, and the arguments “for” and “against” began their dialogue in my
head.
Confront it--you will
feel better. At least you will make your point. He’ll know you know. This is
unwarranted and unfair. Fight. Back!
But how does that help
you? You’ll still have to comply with the request. Is this worth making waves?
But you can’t just
take this on the chin silently.
I was almost too far gone when I realized this was a crucial moment. I knew what I must do.
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