by Kiersten Mitchell
Today is my first day in my new position. My hair is appropriately coiffed and my outfit appropriately pressed, but yesterday I was consumed with thoughts about my introduction to my new team. All day I received text messages, emails and phone calls inquiring about my readiness and curious about what my plan was. I wanted to give them a solid answer, I really did. Unfortunately, I kept getting distracted with a case of the giggles because all I could think about is this story my Uncle Ray told me about Heaven’s Grocery Store.
See, we have a relative in our family who gets up at every single funeral he attends and recites the same corny poem. EVERY TIME. It doesn’t matter if he knew the person intimately or if he was just stopping by the funeral home (yes, folks do that in the country); this guy will tell the story of grocery aisles full of Hope and Wisdom instead of M&Ms and Beef Jerky. And, even better than that, each time he says it, he sits down feeling gratified knowing his words helped “comfort” someone.
The reason I’m referencing Uncle Ray is that I’ve gone through a fair share of new bosses, and it’s funny that their introductions are the same. EVERY TIME. I think they must’ve gotten their speeches from some sort of Management Mad Libs. Well, I refuse to be one of those people. I don’t want to call a big meeting and start by telling a joke that people only chose to laugh at (or not laugh at) because I’m new. I don’t want to give an overview of my career and go into how proud I am to be a part of their team. I don’t want to try and prove my worth and give them new topics of conversation for the water cooler. No, thank you; I’ll pass.
Today, my plan is simple: work harder than I did yesterday, go home and do the same thing the next day and so on.