Badwater Basin · Death Valley
A Verizon store. A title. Zero instructions.
I'm 22 years old. Fresh out of college, working at a Verizon store. And one day the word comes down: you're the manager now. Make it work.
No training. No playbook. Nobody investing in me. A title, a pat on the back, and a team of people looking at me like I knew what I was doing.
I didn't.
So I did what made sense. I copied the bosses I'd had. I read everything I could find. I worked harder and hoped something would eventually click. Some days it did. Most days I went home quietly wondering if I was cut out for this.
And the story followed me. I bounced around after that. Corporate America. A securities license. A season skiing in Vail. One of the largest youth camps in the world. Different jobs, same pattern: somebody kept handing me people to lead, and nobody ever handed me the playbook.
Sound familiar?
