CRITICISM
Don’ t Ignore the Warning Lights!
I S R A E L N E L S O N
My heart sank as I walked the suddenly endless hallway to my office. Chairs sat on tables. Through the glass, the production line was still. Silent. Lifeless. Chairs on tables meant one thing: our workers were at home … and I was the reason why. In my job as Procurement Agent, I had failed to get the materials delivered on time. And soon I would have to face the consequences.
As a young employee in our factory, moments like this felt catastrophic. Soon, I would be called into a meeting to defend my honor— or at least, that’ s how it felt. The weight of failure pressed in on me, and the fear of scrutiny became overwhelming.