“In a real sense, the issues she wants to raise are secondary to the process.”
It’s a nervous wait. Still unsure what all of this is about - a performance review, perhaps? This early in the year? This late in the evening? Maybe the meeting needs to be had in the dark, as if to keep with the theme of being kept in it. I was. I at least knew that my boss would be there. And my boss’s boss. And the parent. And thats all I knew.
For a room filled with so many heavy hitters, it was only a matter of time before someone cracked. And that was me. Within mintutes of taking my seat, the kid began the diatribe of her life, refusing to look up as she read verbatim from a sheet that aimed every bullet of resentment at me. It was like I was whirled about like a sacrifice splattering blood to appease the higher powers. And it had to end in tears. And it had to end in apologies.
I’m was not allowed to offer a defense. This is the closest I come.
Sorry
