I found myself sitting on a bench during my break at work. I found myself sitting there a lot. After awhile, others would sit with me and say something to get my attention. I am a worker bee. I type, type, type through my break and do very little actual breaking. But, sometimes, others would say something to get my attention, and I found myself starting to type, type, type less and to listen more.
I found myself sitting on a bench during my break at work. I found myself leaving my laptop inside, and listening to what others had to say. One person asked me what department I run, and another asked me what they could do to get into it. I gave them all of the details they needed, and now I see those two faces every day. I found myself watching one of them teach a class in my department today. I found myself watching the other lead a process improvement project in my department too.
I found myself sitting on a bench during my break at work. I found myself talking to an older man about what brought him there. I asked him what brought him to this building, and to this bench, and to this conversation. He told me about his daughter. She is up for a promotion to Director at JP Morgan. She works on Wall Street, he says. I found myself watching the birth of light in his eyes, and I found myself watching that light die as quickly as it came. She told him to stand on his own two feet and get a job, he says. She told him he had to fend for himself. So he tells me that he applied to my company, but to another building. Yet they sent him here. They sent him to my building, and he wanted to get a little air so he came outside to sit on the bench. He tells me about the work. He tells me standing for so long is hard on his body, but that complaining is not within his nature. He tells me he wants to work with computers. I tell him it is interesting that he chose this bench because I was the exact person he needed to speak to. I walk him through different career paths, and detail the free programs we offer for various computer skills. He tells me which path he wants to go down, and I tell him the steps he needs to take. He sits in silence for awhile, then turns to me and tells me I am a very kind person. I tell him the feeling is mutual.
The next day, I found myself walking through the building. I found myself being tapped on the shoulder. I turn around to see the same man smiling at me. I tell him it is great to see him again. He tells me he took my advise. He signed up for one of our programs and is expecting to transition into a tech-based role within the next few months, he says. He tells me again how kind I am. He takes my hand in the palm of his and he reads my name slowly off of my badge. He promises to send me a letter when he gets the job. I tell him I can’t wait to read it.
I found myself.