“A great man is always willing to be little.” ―
Ralph Waldo
Emerson
As I write this I am in a hurry,
in a hurry because I am supposed to attend a seminar by some scientists in a few
minutes. Now, a few minutes ago it was tea break where I work. Well, I have
been here a few weeks so I am still getting accustomed to the place and the
people. Where was I? Tea break. See on Friday mornings, they give free tea and
snacks. For the past few weeks, I missed the FREE tea and snacks. This week I
vowed not to (I even set a reminder and an alarm at 9.50 so that I begin my
journey to the cafeteria at that time). so I grab my tea and the snacks
provided and sit by myself at a certain table. For these who know me well, when
I find myself in an environment where I do not know most of the people, I
prefer to sit by myself and have a chat with my many imaginary friends (I know
you do too).
On this day, they served some
boiled maize (which I love by the way) and I am there, waiting for the weekly brief
by management. As I am sited there, a young (well, she had a few grey hairs,
she is not that young) casually dressed woman comes and sits opposite to where
I am and we start discussing the maize that has been served. I praise the cob I
was holding so much that she decided to get herself one. She is not taking tea,
I observe. She gets back to our (yeah, now its ours) table and starts eating
the maize. A few minutes later the cafeteria in charge brings her a plate with
a few other cobs. In my mind I register she is one of the many visitors that
frequent the place and we listen in on the brief, which has started by now.
As the briefing went on, someone
made a report and the easy lady across me becomes tough and makes tough comments.
At first I am surprised but then I tell myself that it must be the open door
management policy of this place, and I start making mental notes. After the
brief, the lady leaves and I go back to my conversation with my imaginary
friends. Someone next to me says to me “I like how DG is tough”. Oh, so that’s her
name, DG. What could DG mean? In my mind I make up the funniest of names
that DG could mean (Danielle Grant, Densely Gael and many other names). “She’s
DG?” I ask him. “Yeah, Director General” he says.
*Brain Freeze*
You mean DG means director
general? She is the apex in the organization? I couldn’t believe it! I was chatting
casually with the boss, and I am just an intern!! How can she be so humble? Can
you imagine, the “top boss” sitting at a table chatting with a two-week old
intern? Where? When? If it were some of us, we get a little power and we ensure
everyone knows who we are. We go bossing around people, addressing people as if
you are the reason they work there, giving people the “do you know who I am?”
look as you walk around. Sitting in secluded places with “special seats” that
no one dares to sit on because “It belongs to our boss”. Surely!!
Humility and success
go hand in hand. If you want to rise, lay the first foundation that is humility.
After all, “Pride makes us artificial, humility makes us real” – Thomas Merton.
Have a humble day now, won’t you. :-)
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Hehe uliwa unasifu mahindi na boss? I think I love her already. But its nyc. A lesson for all of us to emulate
ReplyDeleteYes Grace,shows how down to earth she is :-) :-)
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