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Happy Little Lady

The other day, one of my employees shared something with me that I have been thinking about. She was having a conversation with a co-worker, not in our department, and was asked who her supervisor was. My friend (and employee) spent a few minutes trying to describe me when finally the other employee said, "Oh! You work for that happy little lady!" I had to laugh at the how I was described. My friend went on to tell me how she agreed that I was a happy little lady and that I was as fun to work for as it seemed. I was touched.

I thought about this for a few days as I really do want to be a person who is pleasing to work for. Sometimes the decisions that I make are not easy and sometimes I have to be tough. For example today I told the department that if we were not able to meet a deadline, that we would have to work sometime over the July 4th weekend. However, most of the time, it is good news that I get to share, coaching and encouraging that I get to do, and relationship building is a priority. I like this part of my job. It was good to hear that God is giving me success as I go about trying to do a job that will honor Him.

It was refreshing to hear of my "work" reputation. Sometimes I have wondered how I appear to other people, especially ones who don't know me. I know that I have sometimes made choices that hindered a positive reputation, but strive to do better. I am glad to have new chances and hope that I can maintain the good reputation, with God's most merciful help.

Benjamin Franklin said:

"It takes many good deeds to build a good reputation, and only one bad one to lose it."

So true.

Let me work on the good. I like being known as "the happy little lady."

Comments

Lelia Chealey said…
That's awesome Liz!! God must be so pleased with you! If you ever get tired of your blog name...Happy Little Lady sounds quite nice! :)

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