I unhappily took on (because I was compelled to) the unpleasant task of heading a Committee that will decide, or rather, make recommendations, on the fate of a co-employee. Dishonest or not, I would have rather watched, like anyone else on the sideline, how the story would unfold. It makes me cringe everytime I have to think of the actions the group has to take. That someone’s future, whether set into motion by something he did, may be in our hands, is no joke. It is not a happy feeling. Others, in my shoes, would have felt the jolt of power. But I don’t.