Growing from small things

 

“Hello, this is Saxa…”

“Ok, wait for minute, I will Bellal for you.”

“This plan is not good! You have to make it clearer!”

“Bro, make the maquette again…”

This is the familiar sound at the ground floor of Saxa, in the room of marketing team. Picking up the phone of customer, quoting, making the plan,… as a war every afternoon.

But, yesterday afternoon was diferent.

4pm, people heard a big “clanking” sound at the ground floor when working.

Every call was hung up, plan was put down, people ran down to see what happened. There was only one person in there, it was Sarah, the company’s receptionist. The teammate in the nearest room heard that, they was so worry about it.

Up to there, so it was just the cup basket laid on the lunch table falling down. Ngân was fine. You must have thought like me “What a emotional company!”

But the trust was not like that. That reaction was not naturally appeared. We had been so insensitive that made boss disappointed. We often reBellan confident that, we were a sensitive and emotional people. Until something happened, denied that illusion.

I remembered the time, about two months ago. Saturday. When people were concentrated to set up the interior for company, there was also a "rumbling" sound, at the outside garden. We startled and laughed together, it was Alex doing so noisy out there!

And you know, that sound was the noise of Alex falling down from iron ladder while trying to climb to adjust the company signboard. No one knew. He'd laid in pain for 15 minutes then get up to go inside, ask a teammate help him going to hospital to plaster his injured hand.

When Alex left, boss convene us to the meeting room and scolded in disappointment: You are such insensitive people like that? Hearing strange sound is not enough to step out and see? If our company is immaturity and superficiality like that, we will never conquered someone! You should self-penance and live more decent. A good man, first of all, must be a kind person!

It is our growing up process. And I'll never forget the insensitive lessons of that day.