When I was growing up, my parents thought it would be amusing to scar me during my formative years by making me switch schools three times. THREE TIMES. (Grade 1, Grade 5 and Grade 11.)
When I recently switched jobs, I felt the familiar trepidation in the pit of my stomach as I walked into my new office on the first day. Braces have been shed, acne has cleared and chicken legs have filled out – yet being the new kid still sucked.
Luckily, I had one kind soul take me under their wing and show me the ropes during those first few shaky weeks. I’m eternally grateful for the kindness she showed me – taking time out of her busy schedule to make my transition easier on me.
This past month, a new colleague started in my department. When we sat down for our first meeting, she admitted with a sheepish smile that she was feeling overwhelmed and thinks she may have made a mistake. I decided at that moment that I wanted to pay forward the kindness that had been shown to me.
Since then, I have taken the time out of each day to book meetings with her, walk her through everything she needs to know and help her hit the ground running in her new role.
Yesterday during a meeting when I was struggling to answer a question in front of a large group of executives (hangovers do not lend themselves to quick thinking), she stepped in to save me. I knew at that moment that I had made a difference in a colleague’s transition, but had also gained a new friend [insert awwww!].
Total Kindness Cost: $0