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Sitting in a marathon meeting, listening to the Heads Of coherently elucidating all aspects of their work in intimate detail, my primary inference is this: I’m such an idiot.

I sit in awe of them. In contrast, I could only be called a bumbling fool, animated by a very limited field alone. These are strategic folk. I don’t know how to talk that talk; I only know how to do what I do.

Much happier supporting the frontline, than interfacing with these senior bods talking in corporate jargon and acronyms. This is no judgement on them; it’s an acknowledgement that I am hampered by my brain.

I’m never going to make it up there, mostly because it doesn’t appeal to me at all. My passion is adding value by delivering results with minimal fuss. I don’t have the time to sit through two-hour meetings. Somebody actually needs to do the work.

Hence, as we merge into agenda item seven, I’m penning my resignation from this overpopulated forum, delegated onto me from above. My suggestion: treat me and our team as a resource to be called upon as required, but please respect our time, given how thinly we’re spread on the ground.

As for now: we’ll just have to work late into the evening to catch up on all that actually needed to be achieved today. There’s so much still waiting to be done. Yep, I’m the doer in a team of one.