JM,
I’ve debated for far too long whether to say something. I’ve held my tongue out of professionalism, hope, and a misguided belief that patience and hard work would eventually be rewarded. But now I see things clearly—and I’m done pretending I don’t.
Over the past six months, you’ve strung me along with half-promises and hollow encouragements. You dangled promotions in front of me like a carrot, assuring me “my time was coming,” “just one more round,” “keep doing what you’re doing.” I did. I exceeded expectations, took on responsibilities far beyond my pay grade, and interviewed—more than once—for roles I was more than qualified for.
And each time? You handed the job to someone else. Not someone more qualified. Not someone with more experience. Just someone more connected to you. A friend. A favorite. A safe choice that had nothing to do with merit and everything to do with who you felt comfortable around.
I didn’t fall short. You did. You failed to recognize talent, loyalty, and value when it was right in front of you. You used me to cover the gaps while rewarding people who didn’t earn it. You wasted my time, disrespected my effort, and weaponized vague praise to keep me compliant.
Let me be clear: I see you now. I see the pattern. The politics. The favoritism. The way you smile to my face while keeping me exactly where you want me—overworked, underpaid, and stuck. That’s not leadership. That’s cowardice.
Don’t bother offering more platitudes or promising another “next time.” I’m not interested. Either back your words with real action—or stop pretending you ever intended to.
1.7562 Billion Miles 