The pressure is constant. Every day feels like a test of how much I will not cry in public rather than my skill. I go home and cry most evenings, but I never show it at work. I cry when I come to work (got in an accident because of that), I cry when I swipe in for work, I cry when I go for smoke break, I cry when I drive back and I cry myself to sleep.
My team brings in new business, especially for airport parking. We build the funnels, run the campaigns, and deliver the numbers. The credit almost always goes elsewhere. Recognition rarely travels back to the people doing the actual work.
Every quarter, new leadership appears. They come in to rule, not to listen. One hire stands out. Someone with no understanding of marketing, yet most of his time is spent teaching me how to do marketing.
There are moments when the new marketing leader explains email marketing, and I sit there crying silently. I am actually crying as I write this.