A Little Lesson in Humility
As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job…
…oh, that reminds me of an old admonition:
“As you climb the ladder of success
Don’t let the boys look up your dress.”
Let me start again:
As I moved up the ladder at my big corporate job, I got to partake in some of the perks. Perk partaking is practically perfect.
I got stock options, gym memberships, first class travel. (By the way, first class travel is SUCH a waste of money – and SO sweet.)
And a reserved parking space. Or rather, I was supposed to get one.
It all started when two guys from Accounting got their executive parking spaces when they made Director. I had been promoted to Director in Finance several months earlier.
My boss – the most loyal person in the world – called me in.
“Cliff and Norm got their parking spaces!” he shouted in outrage.
“Huh? I said.
“If those bozos can have a parking space, you should have a parking space,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m as big a bozo as them.”
“Bigger,” he said.
And so my boss went to the perk department and raised a fuss until I got my parking space. It was actually a rather poorly positioned space, and I had to turn the wheel hard to get into that corner, but it was MINE. It had my name on it. (Well, not really; the spaces were numbered –but that was MY number.)
For about two months.
Construction began on a big new addition, and Facilities Planning needed my space.
For the Dumpster.
My mother thought this turn of events was hilarious.
“God has a way of making sure you don’t get too conceited,” she said.
For Christmas that year, she gave me this sign:
I no longer have the job, the perks, or the parking space. But I’ve kept the sign.
When I look at it, I can still hear my mother laughing.
And I remind my ego that I’m not necessarily more important than the dumpster.
Bonus Moral: A long walk to your destination can be good for your heart (and your soul).