No Longer An Afterthought

For so long she was an afterthought.

They didn’t notice her.

Others were louder, others made more of a presence, others were far more sociable and popular. When things happened, they would go to the others and they didn’t notice her.

They didn’t notice her because she just got on with her job. They didn’t notice her because no one had a complaint about her work. They didn’t notice her because what she did wasn’t grabbing the headlines for the amount of work done or the quality of it. Others would highlight their monthly results. Others would want it to be noted just how much they were making for the company.

They didn’t notice her because she didn’t kick up a fuss. Where others would complain if the coffee machine wasn’t fixed within a few hours, she wouldn’t say a word. Where others would noisily criticise management emails, her voice would not be heard on the issue.

They didn’t notice her when it came to office socials. If she was eventually asked to join them, she would politely decline for reasons they could not be bothered to remember. They just stopped asking her.

When she quietly handed in her notice and they glibly accepted it, that was when they began to realise how much she contributed. Days after she left functions and operations were out of kilter. Things those others had depended on were no longer in place. Processes those others had taken for granted were suddenly to the fore and the company spluttered and stuttered.

Meanwhile she was appointed as a director for a company that recognised her skills, abilities and most importantly her personal qualities. Her employment did not just bring a rise in her personal income, it also led to gradual improvements throughout the company as they sought to see her share her practices and standards with others. They even developed a recruitment process around the personal qualities that made her so outstanding. While her new company flourished, the old one floundered.

She was no longer an afterthought.

(Photo by Nuno Silva on Unsplash)

For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

C. L. J. Dryden

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