Sometimes a pat on the back is all I need, especially when I was about to leave the company after everything that I have given. People may focus on the terms: 6+ months. But in those months, I exerted outside of my comfort zone to deliver, even beyond what was expected of me. So I thought at least a short message before I left would do it, until I learnt that I wouldn’t get any. Not from the person I worked closest with: my direct report.
He even blew up the chance to say something in person the last time I met him.
Brokenhearted, I was. Not only this was my first experience in such situation, but also because the direct report I hated most in my old job: even she made the chance to thank me in person and through celebrations.
But life is all about making choices. I could choose to victimize myself, drown myself in sorrow, or antagonize this man. Yet I could also choose to be the bigger person, texted him, expressed my gratitude, and moved on.
Not that it was easy, but because life goes on. Apart from all these things that disappointed us and that we could not control, we could control our reactions toward them.
Because when we die, people will also eventually forget who we are, what we do, however great our contributions throughout our lifetime. Given that, the choice is still ours to make: do we want to be the very best version of ourselves? Or do we want to hate the world and punish it for not being nice to our efforts? I choose the first one. Without a doubt.
Story by Gadis Lukman