The meeting started late. Many who had confirmed attendance had not showed. The mood was low-it being a Monday-with an eye to grabbing the last of the coffee and the final pastry. Heads were lowered as panic e-mails of the morning were batted back and forth. Objectives were lacking and twenty minutes in the Head of Sales erupted into a rant about 'underperformance', 'what the f**k were the account managers doing?' and 'why did he constantly have to chase for the simplest of results?'
The meeting finished very late, the room was left littered with empty paper cups and plates and somebody had -in their hurry to depart-dislodged the neat sign on the wall.
Act with Integrity Respect others Act with Passion
It had been the toughest of weeks: too much travel, not enough sleep; too much fuel, not enough nutrition; too many board-rooms, not enough human jungle. She finally put away her laptop, the final insistent e-mails answered and added freshly boiled water to her black tea. She stepped outside.
The garden was quiet at this time: the dawn promised to be rapidly warm with the most red of colours. The street slept after the unleashed revelries and slammed car doors of a Friday night.
Who could believe sitting still and sitting quiet for a short while might be so healing?