Some people may wonder why I am posting my learning journal publicly for my organizational behaviour course. Fair question. Honestly, it is something I probably should have done with my Communication and Conflict Management course as well. I did keep a learning journal for that course, but I never really posted it publicly. Right now, … Continue reading Why I’m Publishing My Learning Journal in Public
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The Dream Does Not Become Real Until You Give It Conditions
Reader’s Moment: Maybe you have a dream you keep circling. Not because it is foolish. Not because it is impossible. Not because you are lazy, broken, or incapable. Maybe you keep circling it because the dream still feels safer than the first real step. You can imagine the book. You can imagine the business. You … Continue reading The Dream Does Not Become Real Until You Give It Conditions
First Week Review
Week One Theme: Learning the language of Organizational Behaviour without losing sight of the worker inside the system. Opening Reflection The first week of MGT2382 did not begin with fireworks. It began with friction. Some of that friction came from the textbook language. Some of it came from trying to translate course concepts into my … Continue reading First Week Review
I Lost the Vent in the Work
Hey there, Standing on the Ledge. How are you today? I am feeling kind of blah. Not destroyed. Not in crisis. Not even angry in any clean or useful way. Just blah. Life has taken on that flat, grey, eh quality lately, and I have been trying to figure out why. Part of it may … Continue reading I Lost the Vent in the Work
The Message That Triggered This Reflection
I am not going to reproduce the private conversation here, because the point is not to put another person on trial. But the pattern matters. I notified someone that I was sick and would not make it in. I apologized. The response was not just frustration about the impact. The response carried a moral charge: … Continue reading The Message That Triggered This Reflection
Don’t Make the Client Your Confidant
Reader’s Moment: If you work inside someone else’s building, but you are employed by a third-party contractor, who do you complain to when something is going wrong? That sounds like a simple question. It is not. Because when you are the person physically on site, the client can start to feel like the real boss. … Continue reading Don’t Make the Client Your Confidant
The Body Is Not a Breach of Character
Reader’s Moment: Maybe you have had a day where your body simply refused to keep up with the story other people had written for you. You were supposed to show up. You were supposed to be reliable. You were supposed to be the steady one, the responsible one, the person who knows better, the person … Continue reading The Body Is Not a Breach of Character
The Things I Built Because I Was Tired of Living Under Someone Else’s Rules
Some motives do not announce themselves at the time. They sit under the decision. They push from below. Years later, you look back and realize you were not only trying to make money, buy a house, start a business, or build a life. You were trying to get out from under conditions you could not … Continue reading The Things I Built Because I Was Tired of Living Under Someone Else’s Rules
Bills are data Not a Verdict
Note: This is not financial advice. It is a low-shame triage tool for getting the facts out of your head and onto paper when money stress is accelerating the collapse. Reader’s moment: it is 2 a.m., and your brain has turned every bill, every missed date, every unknown balance, and every future disaster into one … Continue reading Bills are data Not a Verdict
The Witness Problem: When No One Is There to Hold the Unsaid
Reader’s Moment: You may know what happened. You may have records, memories, receipts, dates, messages, and a body that still reacts when certain details surface. But knowing what happened is not always the same as being witnessed. Sometimes the hardest part of collapse is not the event itself. It is carrying the event without a … Continue reading The Witness Problem: When No One Is There to Hold the Unsaid









