The Day My Burnout Exposed A Corporate Betrayal And Set Me Free

I told my boss I was burned out. We were sitting in his glass-walled office overlooking a rainy street in Birmingham, and I finally let the mask slip. I had been pulling eighty-hour weeks for a year, managing a logistics merger that was basically held together by my sheer willpower and too much caffeine. My hands trembled slightly around the paper continue reading …