Every time I had a run in with him, I called her. My business hero, my career mentor, my friend. She always gave me great advice. She made recommendations that actually worked! She listened to my sob stories. She was my shoulder to lean on. She gave me confidence that I could handle whatever he threw my way.
“He” was someone at work who couldn’t stand me. He looked for me to make mistakes and seemed to love to let everyone know about them. He watched for opportunities to let me fail and gave me a piece of his mind every chance he had. He complained. He argued. He justified. He drained me. And I was his manager.
I would call her, and she would make it better. She would give me pointers for things to say and do to encourage a better working relationship and performance. She coached me…
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