For the first time since I’ve transferred to this sleepy town, I’ve only begun to feel like I could have a life here.
After a meeting I held with my staff, we’ve made some developments with the system in the office. Although I feel that, as their nature is, some would probably say things behind my back, I can really make some difference there, no matter how small. Besides, I don’t think I should be moved much thinking about what they might say. If they can’t say it to my face, then it’s probably not that important.
With the end in view of implementing the changes that we’ve agreed upon, I stayed a little later in the office to finish up some work. I was accompanied by two of my staff members who generously shared with me their laments about other co-workers. I was a bit amazed how they could’ve fought so brutally and yet still remain cordial, even friendly, to one another. I suppose when you’re forced to stay 8 hours in a small office space, you learn to get along even with the most annoying person. I also learned about intriguing “after office affairs” that went on before I came. The gossip I heard would shame even the most addicting telenovela. It made me think whether it is art that imitates life or it pales in comparison.
As I drove home, I thought of the day I had. I’ve definitely initiated some changes for the better. I felt like I’ve bonded with some staff members, making them feel more comfortable around me as an authority figure. I want to make them feel that they can talk to me about anything and everything. All in all, I suppose I could call it a good day.
