Every Dog Has His Day

by Tom Swift

You put your head down and do as well as you can. Not perfect. Certainly. But well. And it’s not always fun. And it’s sometimes stressful. And there are moments when you wonder if you are right to spend your time that way but, since you are committed to the bit, most of the time you soldier on and most of the time the nature of the work and the energy of the place suit you, and, besides, you work well within the confines of imposed structure, in short bursts, and so for days that turn into weeks that turn into months and soon to be three years you keep on keeping on. Most of these moments are, as most moments shall be, ordinary. Blessedly ordinary. But over this time you notice something, something that might be done better, more cost-effectively, more efficiently, not just for you but for all, and so you write this thing down on your list to bring up. But then you don’t, in fact, bring it up, not for months, maybe close to a year. You leave in your drawer on a Post-It stuck to a small pad of paper. Because there are more pressing things to take up during the precious meeting time you get and, of course, you don’t want to seem like you are complaining. But then one day you open your peephole. And another day, this day being some weeks later, your idea has been run by the powers that be, and then processed by the wizards who can, and do, put your idea into practical application, and you are told of all of this and important people are pleased and you smile outside and hugely inside and maybe even, when you are alone, get a wee bit emotional because, yeah, you did a good thing when you spoke up. A really good thing. (What were we just saying about expression?) Sigh.