Are you being taken care of at your job? Do you feel loved? I recently ran across a speech I gave years ago and was reminded of why I stayed with the same boss for 16 years! (Hint: It’s because I was valued.) I hope you can relate to and enjoy my little story below.
When I got the job with Louise Hay…she’s known as the queen of affirmations – everything is good, everything is good and if it’s not, we work on whatever’s making it not, get it handled quickly and move on.
When I got the job… the first thing she did was say to me – “I’m moving.” So two months later we’ve moved, and she said: “This is your office.” It was located inside an old house with a nice yard that had not one flower growing outside. Not even a sad little bush. Well, Louise got there, and went nuts and in a short time, the garden was booming!
The very first area she planted was outside my office window and sliding door. She slyly asked me the day before: “What’s your favorite color,” and I said “Yellow.” The next day I arrive for work, and she had planted all these yellow flowers for me and I went “Whoh-o-o-h.” I was shocked.
But, you know, I deserve. I worked hard to get here — twenty years in the trenches, so to speak. I deserve to have, and I then waited—this shows that it’s taken even me time to learn to speak up – I waited three years before I said to her: “I have a gorgeous three thousand dollar desk that’s really beautiful, that you had brought in for me and I don’t have a goddamn drawer.”
It was this gorgeous Italian thing; it looked really impressive. A guy in the corporate office—he had the same set up and thought it was really great. He hired the company to bring it in and thought it was wonderful, and I didn’t want to say that it was inefficient.
And finally, after three years, I got up the nerve to say—“I want a drawer, for God’s sake!” She got the three thousand dollar desk out of there! We went together and bought something I could use. It had seven drawers… a functional desk and credenza and she asked, “Why didn’t you say something?” and I said, “Well… nobody asked what I thought.” And why didn’t I say something? I had no place to put anything: a file, a pencil, or a pen, for God’s sake. It was ridiculous.