I have had an opportunity, over the last ninety days, to ponder the nature of promotion in the workplace. To be fair, it has been, at times, a confusing, painful experience which often hasn’t had a lot of sense or reason behind it.
I had to make a call, one that I believe was right. The aftermath of that call, however, has been the trial of sorts.
Now I find myself in a position where I’m going to pick up a handful of dirt, rub it into my palms and put my head down into the wind again for another shot.
I won’t be alone as others vie for the same position.
May the best of us come out on top. May that person be fair in judgement, stern in character and immune to the whims of mobocracy. May that person, whoever he or she may be, inspire those below them to do great things, to work hard and to strive never to let them down.
If it is not me, then may this person be the kind of leader I would follow into Neptune’s Depths, to pull away those who have fallen to the Songs of the Sirens.
May this person be the type of person who gives me pause enough to say, “They chose well for I do not have their measure of character, experience and inspiration.”
Best of luck, everyone.
Note: Yes, this is a cryptic entry. I know that. Thank you.
Steven Francis Murphy
Author of The Limb Knitter and Tearing Down Tuesday
Kansas City, Missouri