Recently, I came close to having my face ripped off.
Through it all, I learned how to be professional. Maybe you don’t have to get your face pounded either; I can share mine with you.
In September, Tony knew that I was forming a design team when he snatched my fallen papers from the ground. Oh, thanks.
When he asked to join my team, I gave him the nod.
I completed the team with a few others, sharing our names and the names of our homelands. The team has survived, together, for the past few months.
Last Sunday morning, Tony wanted to restart part of our project milestone. We were almost finished, there was no way we can perfect a new one, due in less than 24 hours.
When I disagreed, it took him no time at all to start yelling, why can’t I see his direction. Professionals should act like something, something that I’m not. The cracks in Tony’s facade were helplessly widening, some undesirable liquid escaping. The group blew up, and he left for his side job at Microsoft.