The workplace, like the rest of the world we live in, is a mixture of the good and bad, of nobility of purpose and unbridled ambition, of supportive encouragement and backstabbing politics. Someone once told me that if you get more than two people in a room, you have the ingredients for conflict, politics and factions. Working in high-pressure workplaces only intensifies this tendency for conflict (additionally fueled by intra-office email).
To make sense of this, and sometimes to seek a resolution, I write poems. From what I hear from friends and colleagues, this could become an entire genre of poetry – the poetry of workplace conflict.
To continue reading, please see my post today at TweetSpeak Poetry.
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