Call me a prisoner of career progression.
A year ago I was not even certain that I would make it. I don't feel favored, I don't kiss ass. And I certainly don't fit the mold. I'm too opinionated and too radical to be part of the elite management group. So I was actually surprised that I got promoted this year.
It took me a considerable amount of time before I signed the contract. I was basically selling my soul to get the monetary and loads of non-monetary rewards of my new position. At that point, it was too late to back-out.
I still have my soul. I just feel hostaged.
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