Traded
At first I was giddy. I loved the idea that I could ‘run away’ from my problems. All of those little messes I couldn’t quite resolve? Those would soon become somebody else’s sleepless nights.
At least that’s how it seemed.
Truthfully, it wasn’t joy I felt first. It was hurt. And disappointment. And betrayal. I’d been traded. Another team requested me and my team let me go. What did those negotiations look like? Was there a midnight stalemate ending in my manager’s tears of exhaustion, “Fine! Take the best we’ve got!” Or were the “t”s crossed before it ever began?