Recently my office moved and I acquired a new set of colleagues, as well as gaining a new set of IT-related responsibilities. Such changes bring challenges–not the least of which is the necessity of solving problems with new-to-me team members.
As a result of these changes, I found myself at my desk later than I’d expected tonite, trying to understand some messy data and longing for a crystal ball to appear to give some clarity to a process that was feeling really murky.
And then a colleague came around the corner and offered me a cookie. It was a small gesture and a generous one given that he, too, was staying late and staring at that similarly messy data on his screen. But that moment of solidarity meant a lot and was so-so much bigger than a few carb-calories. In a very good way it reminded me of this night and the stranger who offered me a cookie at a moment when I was hopeless.*
It reminded me that I want to be the kind of a colleague who is always there with a cookie when the going gets rough. Because even at the hardest of times (and after the longest of work days), there is always space for kindness.
*And because Proust and because I also had a cup of tea at the ready to enjoy with my cookie…