The first time I missed a target, I remember the way the office lights seemed to dim, as if the universe itself had reached out to adjust the brightness in silent judgment. The numbers on the screen didn’t change—they never …
introspection
The first time I missed my sales target, I stood in the shower for an extra twenty minutes, letting the water scald my skin as if the heat could burn away the weight of the spreadsheet glaring at me from …
