Susan - This piece is so needed. You name the erosion of values as a drift that often defines the modern workplace and also life as well. Your examples are both sobering and hopeful, showing how integrity lives often in invisible choices we make each day. I especially resonated with your reminder that fatigue and cynicism wear us down in ways we barely notice until something essential feels lost. Thank you for anchoring us back to what matters.
Fatigue and cynicism are so real, and yet, integrity lives in how we show up despite them. I worked with both of these groups, and the first was in a manufacturing company where focusing on valuing the people who did the work had been a long-term project. The second group threw a celebration party after we conducted team-building activities across all jobs and developed the mentor program. They gave me a poster made out of candy bars spelling out the help they felt they received in their reinvention. So, in the long run, it, too, ended well. I held on to the candy bar glued poster boards for years in memory and never ate a single one. Your words encourage me more than you know. I’m grateful we’ve connected here.
Susan - This piece is so needed. You name the erosion of values as a drift that often defines the modern workplace and also life as well. Your examples are both sobering and hopeful, showing how integrity lives often in invisible choices we make each day. I especially resonated with your reminder that fatigue and cynicism wear us down in ways we barely notice until something essential feels lost. Thank you for anchoring us back to what matters.
Bronce, thank you so much for responding.
Fatigue and cynicism are so real, and yet, integrity lives in how we show up despite them. I worked with both of these groups, and the first was in a manufacturing company where focusing on valuing the people who did the work had been a long-term project. The second group threw a celebration party after we conducted team-building activities across all jobs and developed the mentor program. They gave me a poster made out of candy bars spelling out the help they felt they received in their reinvention. So, in the long run, it, too, ended well. I held on to the candy bar glued poster boards for years in memory and never ate a single one. Your words encourage me more than you know. I’m grateful we’ve connected here.