The “senior team” was never a team at all;
merely a collection of individuals each pulling in their own direction,
for their own agenda.
We rarely even held the same rope.
who hated being called “boss”,
but acted so much like a boss,
with his huffing
and blowing at houses.
All that turbulence was bad for my health.
by the whispers of the chattering class.
from spinning the damage control machine.
I snuck out the back door
and hailed a taxi for my freedom.