Twelve years in the same office changes a person. It makes you sharper, quieter, and very good at spotting the moment something shifts — even before anyone says it out loud. When it finally did for me, I didn’t cry, bargain, or crumble. I listened, I recorded, and I planned. My name is Misty. I’m 37, a single mom of two, and until recently, I was the unofficial backbone of a mid-sized logistics company with a breakroom that smelled like burnt coffee and resignation. I handled payroll, scheduling, contracts… basically everything that kept the operation from collapsing like an undercooked...
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