We used to hang out, lunch outs, crack a few jokes out. We were friends. Or so I thought.
The moment you got that position, we celebrated you. We were with you. You were with us. Or so we thought.
We were okay for a few months, give or take. It’s in the succeeding months, the truth unfolded. We definitely thought wrong.
You changed. For whatever reason, you changed.
Maybe I was ill-thinking again. Maybe, you didn’t change at all. Maybe this is the real you to begin with.
You set-up a wall that we, your subordinates, were trying to climb. But no matter how hard we hiked, the peak was still nowhere in sight.
We got tired, exhausted, and burnt-out. The routine became unhealthy.
To protect ourselves – we erected a wall too. Over time, the walls didn’t just grow taller, it became thicker and farther than ever. Two continents drifting apart.
I sought answers from you. I wanted to understand you. I do, I really do.
I did get some answers, thank you. But I didn’t understand you. I tried, but I couldn’t.
You have everything figured out – all to yourself. Please remember, you’re not just working for yourself here. You have a team – for now.
Yes you have the passion to improve the team. You tend to accept loads of work even though you already have your hands full. I have no doubt with your work ethics. All of these were really commendable. What you lack though – it’s maturity.
Be mature enough to be sensitive to the needs of your team. Be mature enough to filter your sharp words thrown at the team. Be mature enough to handle people.
If you can’t do this by all means, be mature enough to step down. Be brave enough to go out or transfer somewhere else.
Do it. Trust me – it’s liberating. I know this for a fact because I just got out. Maybe I’m still not mature enough to endure you as my boss. And for that, I’m sorry. After all, we’re both a work in progress.