CliftonStrengths 2025-11-08T12:46:35Z
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Rain lashed against my office window as I stared at the seventh Excel tab of employee feedback, each cell blurring into a meaningless grid of discontent. My fingers trembled over the keyboard – not from caffeine, but from the crushing weight of knowing my marketing team was unraveling. Sarah’s passive-aggressive Slack messages, David’s missed deadlines, and the plummeting campaign metrics felt like shrapnel from an explosion I couldn’t see coming. That’s when Elena, our HR director, slid her pho -
The fluorescent lights hummed like angry bees above the conference table as I scanned the tense faces of my marketing team. Sarah avoided eye contact while twisting her pen violently. Mike's knee bounced like a jackhammer under the table. We'd just lost our biggest client, and the air tasted like burnt coffee and collective panic. My palms left damp streaks on the polished wood as I fumbled for my phone - not to escape, but to summon my secret weapon.