I was bullied out of my senior job at 50 by snowflakes

An eye roll, that’s how I remember it. And probably an exasperated sigh. But I challenge anyone not to feel any degree of frustration for the situation I found myself in that afternoon.

In front of me was a junior member of my team. I was, back then, a 46-year-old programme director for a non-profit organisation.

There were 12 on my team; mostly female, very bright, second or first-jobbers in their 20s. And, I’m afraid to say, a high proportion of them were high-maintenance, melodramatic snowflakes prone to tantrums, sulks and, as it turned out, sinister Machiavellian plots when they didn’t get their own way.

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