Insomnia

I rarely sleep whilst travelling for work, so I’m just sitting here contemplating whether or not to go for a midnight run, along the beach at half moon.  

I can hear the waves crashing against the shoreline, however, the smell of stale cigarette smoke is invading my balcony and room, from the folk in another room.  
 
It’s suffocating, literally; just as suffocating as the men in my workplace who attempt to whore my intellect for strategies they attempt to brand as their own as they posture for a promotion.    
 
Aargh.  
 
It’s like playing chess when you’re one of very few women, working amongst a cohort of deadwood aka men who’re oft overpaid, and on the brink of redundancy as they bring very little innovation to the table yet aspire to be the next CEO whilst throwing people under the bus on their way to the top.  
 
I might be the baby of an executive team but I’m definitely cognisant of the games being played, and I’m always one step ahead. It’s the only way to navigate such complexities.

Sighs.

There’s a fine line between defining leadership, and management…