anonymous
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anonymous
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I've tried. I've tried my damndest to be positive, and to accept all the SHIT this company has thrown at me. But today, I had a breakdown. The TSR expectations agreement pushed me right over the edge, but it was really just the icing on the cake of ALL the things I see you guys talking about here.
I had my breakdown in a customers office - walked in planning to talk about TM, tried my best to smile and act normal. He said, "what's wrong?" and I verbally spewed liquid shit all over him. He let me unload. Back orders. Pay cuts. Lies. Promises. Performance plan letter. Pressure. Environment of fear and dread. Misery. Arrogance. Spin doctors. I'm not sure I made much sense but I got it all out. I was embarrassed. I don't usually break that way, and not in front of a customer. My chin quivered. I mean, you guys, I really, really broke. My surgeon/friend/customer walked around his desk, gave me a quick "it's going to be okay" look and pat on the shoulder, shut his door, sat down again, and then, he spoke.
He gets it. He knows the market, knows from his colleagues (or maybe from here?) what's been going on, and he said (paraphrased and abbreviated):
"Hey, I know. And I'm so, so sorry. Zimmer (he was a Zimmer guy well before the merger) isn't what it used to be. I've watched you change over the last year, and I wasn't sure if it was the job or something else. Thank you for finally sharing with me that you're struggling- I get it. I see it. I'm sorry"
And then he said:
"PaulAshleyChrisJenniferJoshLeslieJimMelissa (see what I did there, he emphasized my name) - Zimmer Biomet has been circling the drain for 3 years. I don't know why, but that merger killed your company. It killed some people I really care about (his former reps/specialists/managers who had been promoted or changed territories). It's killing you. No one (meaning, his colleagues) can figure out why, or what happened, but you need to leave. You need to find a new job, and I know that's scary, but it's time. I'll help you in any way I can."
And I left his office. I had to sneak out the back door so his staff wouldn't see the shape I was in. I was shaking. I got in my car, and sobbed - big, scary, snotty, open mouth can't catch my breath sobs, all the way home. Circling the drain. Circling the drain. Circling the drain. I can't get that phrase out of my head.
He just texted me - asked if I was okay and invited me to bible study next week. I'm going.
I can't do it any more. I swear I tried. I'm broken. Pray for me.
I had my breakdown in a customers office - walked in planning to talk about TM, tried my best to smile and act normal. He said, "what's wrong?" and I verbally spewed liquid shit all over him. He let me unload. Back orders. Pay cuts. Lies. Promises. Performance plan letter. Pressure. Environment of fear and dread. Misery. Arrogance. Spin doctors. I'm not sure I made much sense but I got it all out. I was embarrassed. I don't usually break that way, and not in front of a customer. My chin quivered. I mean, you guys, I really, really broke. My surgeon/friend/customer walked around his desk, gave me a quick "it's going to be okay" look and pat on the shoulder, shut his door, sat down again, and then, he spoke.
He gets it. He knows the market, knows from his colleagues (or maybe from here?) what's been going on, and he said (paraphrased and abbreviated):
"Hey, I know. And I'm so, so sorry. Zimmer (he was a Zimmer guy well before the merger) isn't what it used to be. I've watched you change over the last year, and I wasn't sure if it was the job or something else. Thank you for finally sharing with me that you're struggling- I get it. I see it. I'm sorry"
And then he said:
"PaulAshleyChrisJenniferJoshLeslieJimMelissa (see what I did there, he emphasized my name) - Zimmer Biomet has been circling the drain for 3 years. I don't know why, but that merger killed your company. It killed some people I really care about (his former reps/specialists/managers who had been promoted or changed territories). It's killing you. No one (meaning, his colleagues) can figure out why, or what happened, but you need to leave. You need to find a new job, and I know that's scary, but it's time. I'll help you in any way I can."
And I left his office. I had to sneak out the back door so his staff wouldn't see the shape I was in. I was shaking. I got in my car, and sobbed - big, scary, snotty, open mouth can't catch my breath sobs, all the way home. Circling the drain. Circling the drain. Circling the drain. I can't get that phrase out of my head.
He just texted me - asked if I was okay and invited me to bible study next week. I'm going.
I can't do it any more. I swear I tried. I'm broken. Pray for me.