On my way into the office this morning, I sipped my coffee and did my best to align my spine and my priorities for the day. The music played and traffic moved along albeit slowly. By the time I was traversing the street on which my office is located, I’d found a little more breathing room and thus was feeling compassion towards others.
All along the right-hand side of the road, the cars were backing up. I looked ahead to see Company A’s commuter van poking it’s nose out into the lane desperately trying to make a left-hand turn. This was directly across from where I stopped in the center lane to turn left into my office parking lot. I motioned him ahead of me, thinking my act of kindness would bring relief to the lineup of cars.
Then, I noticed the car behind me — obviously a fellow employee. Her hands flew up in frustration. I raised mine and shrugged my shoulders. Who *was* this person? I could not recognize them behind the curtain of disgust they’d raised along with their hands. The van went, traffic began to flow again, and we turned into the drive. I looked to the parking spot beside me to see none other than my boss, passing another look of frustration my way as she left her car and stormed into the building. *sigh*
So much for compassion.