#taskchallenge

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What’s the biggest frustration holding your team back?

Missed deadlines. Unclear tasks. That dreadful endless cycle of blame when things go wrong. Sound familiar?

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What’s your greatest workplace frustration? Share below—maybe Wispa can help.

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[cayden-l-blog-blog]

Dear Mum,

You've been there for me since day one, haven't you? That day at the hospital when you saw little me bawling, your heart was captured the moment I blinked my eyes open you said, I can't count the number of times I've asked you to tell me that story when I was younger. You've always been there for me, always, and to some extent even spoiled me some. I remember that little blue Sunday dress I wanted so badly when I was 7, it was $300. Can you imagine that, $300 for a single dress? That kind of money could have paid our rent back then and still some left over for groceries or savings or something of that sort. But you being you, the moment my bottom lip started trembling and my eyes welled up with tears, you'd stood strong and told me no, but then secretly went out and bought that dress anyways. Then proceeded to get a second job that robbed away your sleeping hours, but I was to young to understand and I"m sorry for that. I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to fight this stupid cancer, causing you to break down into tears and worry that I won't live through, to exhaust your body working multiple jobs to get me the newest and best treatements and all I do is complain about them. I'm sorry I'm so selfish, and that I'm not strong enough for this. You'll probably never read this, even if I did keep this I probably wouldn't be able to read it with the amount of tear sploches there are on the paper. You must think of me as weak, huh? The strong little fighter you raised, reduced to tears running down her cheeks because of her own thoughts written out as words. Anyways, I suppose I should finish off this letter now, I'm off to the pool to face another day the best I can, and I promise I'll try my best not to let you down.

Love your daughter, Cayden.