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.
To continue reading, please see my post today at The
High Calling.
Photograph by Peter
Griffin via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
