24 hours ago, I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to survive last night's shift. My phone was literally a hotline due to the people buzzing in, calling that they cannot report to work; my leads, across all apps, would send messages how many from their team will not make it to work. I was even comparing notes with the other two managers who were also at home, taking calls too, who by the end of the day will have the most number of call ins under their line of reporting. Today, I had a whopping 67 people who didn't make it for tonight's shift. 67 out of a 140 HC. For the non-call center folks, I do not know how to describe the gravity of that, but our operations floor looked like a ballroom-- enough room for rhumba or paso doble, or a gymnastics area where one can do cartwheels freely. And for a number of instances, I was caught looking at my blinking cursor for such a long time thinking how the 67 people we have are doing.
But the energy of the floor was inspiring. Some looks exactly the same as I left them the day before, and by exactly I meant same shirt, same bottoms, same hair and same vibe. My Leads were everywhere-- like kangaroos hopping and rallying for our numbers to stay afloat. It was awesome. We, by the way, met the target today which I also was hopeless to achieve a few hours before.
Our spirits were water and weatherproof. To my Leads and agents who stuck with me today until the very end, and dedicated their performance for the 67 agents who didn't make it-- thank you. Thank you, thank you.
My only regret was not being able to take a photo of them. But it was too hard, like I said, we were like 5 stations apart from each other.
I would not want for this day to ever happen again, but for the energy and inspiration I saw earlier, I hope we'll be able to sustain that, rain or shine.