Предложение-Hey, thanks for coming and sorry for the short notice. Take a seat, coffee?...-
I knew it was coming. I had a feeling, sixth sense if you want to call it so. You know, the feeling that you can physically perceive it coming from in-between your ribs. You can physically smell this feeling in the freezing February morning air - it smells like the absence of any smell, like you are in odorless wonderland. You can taste it in your mouth, it tastes like rusted iron or even blood, you might have just brushed your teeth or had a tic-tac - the taste is going to be there. You know it is there when you wake up scatterbrained and no volumes of coffee can help you get your shit together. The apprehension - feeling of constant anticipation that something bad is going to happen.
-On the bright side, this meeting is going to serve as our performance dialogue. I'll save you a meeting...
Ok, sounds better, at least he expects me to be here in the future. At least I'm not getting fired. If so, then why am I here?
-You know that some of our team members were underperforming in the last two quarters? (it called half, you idiot) You know we had to make some tough decisions in the past, that, of course, includes separating our ways with your formal boss. What a great guy! Just never met our expectations (Never? Really? The man was busting his ass for your profit. It was you, who raised the bar 6 months ago, his performance remained the same) Anyways, long story short. We are very pleased how you stepped up to take care of the team, you know we've been struggling with new hires - we can't get a good match. So, considering the fact that you guys are doing such a great job and you are taking more and more responsibilities, we would like to offer you to make it official, would you consider taking Bob's chair?
Fuck, I knew it was coming. What are you going to do now, smartass? Say "Yes" and bury myself under the burden of responsibilities, exceeded expectations, shitty management and become the next "Bob"? He, despite his 23 years-long experience, got outplayed by this motherfucking overachievers, there is no chance for me. This is a big boys league and I am just a junior MVP. And the team? What are they going to think of me? That I planned it all the way back, a fucking overachieving immigrant that came here, pretending to be everyone's friend, played a friendly boy-next-door card and build a great relationship with Bob, just to take his corner office? He is setting you for a failure. No way, say "No", tell him to go fuck himself. Tell him what you really think about him... tell him in the face... be a man, oddamnit!
-I really appreciate the offer, sir, can I take sometime to think it over?
You fucking pussy.
Кому-то реально ума хватило ржавые железяки на вкус пробовать?
-Ah, thank you, sir!
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