I have a tough job. But most days I love it. Other days I do not. Other days I really do not. You have to generally love working in manufacturing in North America because it is an industry without glamour and under continuous pressure from all aspects.
But all that aside as today was a good day.
All three were somewhat nervous – one was absolutely terrified and kept telling me she would be sick that day.
I got through my portion and then it was their turn.
I thought I’d get the terrified one the chance to go first – get it out of the way. And she was shaky. She was wavering. She was hesitating. But then she started to remember why she wanted to tell the story in the first place. And started to tell it. And connected with everyone.
Then up was number 2 – my prickly team member that I can’t often figure out what she is thinking. British and contrary. She told her story beginning with telling all of us how much company and the people who work there mean to her. And she started to cry. And she got hugs and applause and managed to carry on with her story. And we saw a different side.
Last is the rising star. He was nervous but would never admit it to me or anyone else. So, he got up there and told his story that he was really proud of. And stood even a little taller.
As I stood there, I was teary eyed with pride watching all three of my team members stretch to grow and overcome fear, knowing that I helped a little to get them there. They did it, but I helped a little. I am proud of all three.
September 4th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: A day of clarity when you understand exactly who and what you are working so hard for.