Mistah PokerFace

I really didn't think my boss cared about what happened to me - insecurity speaks. Up until this morning, he was completely robotic, no emotion, no sign that he cared. Maile, you didn't make it into Medical Affairs, your end date is this, you'll need to return your computer and printer, la la la...I felt like a number, like a nobody that he just had to deal with and get out of the way so he could move on and deal with his people, his new position, his own direction. Every man for himself. I thought. When he asked me if I talked to the R&D director and how did it go, I gushed, said it flowed like a conversation, it went well, la La LA! He said, "Well,... it must've gone well because YOU'RE IN!!" Really??!! I was so surprised at the quick turnaround in decisions as the interview was just the other day, so happy and so overwhelmed by his display of pure happiness for me. He told me he was soooo happy to learn I got one of the positions because he was feeling bad. Really? Oh...I didn't want to make him feel bad. But finally I heard emotion from the man, a sign that he cared about me and my future. Mistah PokerFace has become a feeling human being, another reason for me to go on in peace.