She once had a manager that was highly respected and loved. She too, loved and admired her. 
But then things changed. Meetings frequently became punctuated by sentences that started with: “They said…” The more she focused to excel at her job, the more those painful “they said…” meetings kept occurring. 
One day, she learned about the other side of her admired, beloved manager: she could speak triangular words. Shiny, Sharp. Hurtful. Harmful. It took her over a year to recover from what she now accepts as workplace PTSD. 
 
Vintage photo, acrylic, cotton thread, wooden mini bowls, vintage doll ceramic arm.    17" x 12" x 1"      Sold  with frame