I don’t look like a workplace radical. I dress conservatively; I don’t even wear jeans on casual Fridays. I’m generally quiet and rather soft-spoken; no one would say I call attention to myself. I don’t espouse extremist political positions; in fact, I’m known for having a conservative tilt (that’s a tilt, not a hard lean).
But I’ve been called a radical. Conscientious objector. Crazy person. A radical in sheep’s clothing. Someone who will cause the organization’s IT systems to collapse and bring down Western civilization with it. And the worst phrase of all: not a team player.
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