CHAPTER 5: THE JOY OF CONFLICTS
It was early in the morning as I headed to Ramesh’s office for my weekly one-on-one with him. I hated these meetings. They were an opportunity for him to harangue and berate me, the depth of which depended on his mood. He was my manager and I couldn’t think of a single positive thing he’d ever said to me in one of these meetings. To make matters worse, it was early in the morning, I hadn’t had any coffee and I was late.
I’d sent him an e-mail last night with a summary of everything that had gone on during the project review. I figured he would be pleased that I was keeping him informed, and by sending the e-mail to him at night, implying that I was working late on company business, he’d be impressed.
I hoped that ...