The work week seems to go on forever, without the lustre it once held. The last two weeks have taken far more effort to muster the enthusiasm than ever before. There is a longing for the "old team." A once well oiled machine, a happily dysfunctional family. We had one another's backs, we laughed, we shared, we supported one another. We lack that now. We the few who remain stick together, but we're tired.
We're so very tired. We walk through the doors like zombies. Our "fearless" leader seems more of a cautionary tale than the mean he should be. Double talk, insecurities, and emotional breakdowns all all he offers now. We shake ourheads and give each other sideways glances awaiting the next overreaction. Each of us now planning our exit strategies hoping beyond hope that we find something better. Something more.
Finding neverland, our great last hope.
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