I didn’t punch Shaun Bradley for using me to manipulate Randy.
But I did write an angry letter. Angry for me, at least. I was polite, but firm, explaining that I didn’t appreciate how the process had worked. Toward the end, though, I dropped the gauntlet:
“I’m left with the clear indication that I don’t have any likely opportunities for advancement in the near future. Under the circumstances, I may need to seek employment elsewhere.”
I showed a printed copy to my wife.
“I don’t know about this,” she said.
“I have to let him know how I feel,” I said.
“It’ll make him mad,” she said.
“I’m mad.”
“Yes, but he’s your boss. He can fire you.”