This morning I checked my freshly baked bank account.
Yesterday I transferred a very small amount to it. We’re speaking about 5 Euro’s.
But to my big surprise, I suddenly saw a much higher amount of money!
First I danced around the house of happiness.
But then read the actual description.
My Danish is not perfect yet, but this I understood: “TAX”.
Something smells fishy.
Tax offices aren’t supposed to give you any money.
After hearing the same Celine Dion song for the 10th time, I finally got to speak to an employee.
He looked into my case.
Turned out that this money was from 4 years ago when I lived there the first time.
It was simply waiting for my call.
“So it was a very good plan to return back to Denmark”, the man on the other side of the line side told me.
I was relieved, but still felt the need for a confirmation.
I asked if he could send me this story in black and white along with a signature.
He laughed. “I understand, the Tax office and giving back money don’t go hand in hand”.
I felt a slight feeling of shame thinking like this.
The tax office is often refered as “the assholes only taking money from us” and “not being fair”.
But how far of us is it to think like that?
In more social countries, like Denmark, the tax we pay will get back to us in one or the other way.
If tomorrow I become very ill, I won’t have to use my entire life savings.
And most likely I will thanking tax.
This occasion triggered my mind into thinking who else I have been judging because of the job they’re doing.
Managers, as a first.
Due to my extremely bad experiences with managers, I simply assume they are all soul suckers.
But back in my previous job as a manager, I hated the thought of people thinking about me like that.
And I must admit, for the 2nd time in row, my manager seems pretty nice.
I didn’t have a great experience with them either.
I remember the one time I sought help for my mental Health problems.
She was using google translate because her English wasn’t good enough.
This might have been an unfortunate situation, but at the moment I lost all trust in doctors.
But I am starting to admit that I actually do need professional help, so maybe soon I will try to go to the doctor again.
I actually once got a 2nd chance in a job interview because the HR woman liked me.
I still failed in the 3rd round, but she gave me an opportunity
to waste my time.
I was thankful.
Have you ever judged someone incorrectly because of their profession?