People don’t always say what they’re thinking.
They don’t need to.
Sometimes, it’s the looks they give you, the tone of their voice, or the way they subtly leave you out of conversations.
In my case, it was an email.
I’d been working my (you know what) off at that job for five years—no complaints, no drama, just doing the work and doing it well.
So, when the promotion for the lead on a new project came up, I thought, “This is it. I’ve earned this.”
The higher-ups were talking, my numbers were solid, and I’d been handling the toughest projects like clockwork.
But then all of the sudden…nothing.
The promotion went to someone else—someone who’d been there half the time, someone who didn’t have my track record, someone who didn’t have my experience.
A guy named Trevor.
I wondered what happened…and why.
And after I started digging around and asking questions, I was disgusted by what I realized.
When Being Good Isn’t Enough
I remember the day I didn’t get the promotion.
It was a Thursday. I was sitting at my desk, halfway through some code for a new client app, when the email hit my inbox.
I didn’t expect it to come so soon, and I certainly didn’t expect it to say, “We’ve decided to go with someone else for the project lead position. Thank you for your interest.”
Someone else.
I stared at the screen, wondering if I’d read it wrong. I knew I hadn’t. I just didn’t want to believe it.
I’d been handling these kinds of projects for years. Leading a team, juggling deadlines, troubleshooting the impossible—that was my bread and butter.
In fact, I’d been mentoring half the junior devs in the office, including the guy who’d gotten the promotion.
I sat back in my chair and looked around. No one else seemed to notice my shock.
A few desks over, Carl was chatting away, his usual loud self, talking about the new project and how it was going to be “huge” for the company.
He didn’t look at me, but I knew he felt my eyes on him.
There was always something in the way Carl avoided my gaze—just slightly, just enough to let me know he didn’t really see me as a peer. I didn’t think much of it before.
Now, it all started to click.
That night, I couldn’t shake the feeling.
I’d heard about this kind of thing happening to other people—colleagues who said they’d been passed over for promotions, for raises, all because of something unspoken.
I wasn’t the kind to jump to conclusions, but this was starting to feel like one of those moments.
I’d done the work. I’d proved myself over and over again. And yet, here I was, stuck while someone less qualified was now in charge.
So I did what I always did when things didn’t make sense—I got back to work.
But this time, it was different.
Subtle Sabotage
A week went by. Then two.
It didn’t take long for whispers to start floating around the office. I wasn’t the only one who thought the promotion was a bad call.
People were asking questions.
They didn’t say anything to me directly, but I could hear them in the breakroom, catching bits of conversation like, “Why didn’t Marcus get it?” and “He’s been leading projects forever—what happened?”
But, I knew Carl had submitted feedback about me.
It’s part of the process—senior team leads weigh in on who’s ready for a step up, and Carl, being my direct supervisor, was in the perfect position to block me without raising any red flags.
It wasn’t like Carl ever said anything racist outright.