The Last One Chosen
If you are like me, you may have memories of being the last one picked for the team on the playground as a child. Since I never excelled at sports, I always dreaded when the announcement was made that classmates would select the teams for the playground game. It's probably the reason why I pull for the underdog, why I befriend the lonely and seek to be the includer. I don't want anyone to be left out no matter who, what, when, where or why. That's most likely why I had my feelings hurt when it was announced that none of the administrative staff would be invited to the yearly Sales Conference. We had always been invited in previous years and I looked forward to connecting with people that I have known for the past 10 years, but it was not to be this year. My pity party went on for a few days until gifts (see picture) and offers of lunch as a thank you for the daily work done to help the team be successful. It's actually been quite productive for me to be in...