I recently read an article about a whistleblower and was reminded of a funny incident that happened a few years ago, with a totally different whistle-blower.
It was a normal working day and I was working from home, as my daughter’s nanny was unwell and couldn’t come to work. As luck would have it, the moment I booted my laptop, it crashed. There was no choice but to go to my workplace and send it to the IT support team. I decided to take my 2.5 year old daughter along, equipped with her box of colours, colouring books and her favourite stuffed tiger.
I got my little one settled with her colours and paper and told her I would be back in two minutes. Everybody was busy at work and only the sound of people’s taps on their keyboards could be heard.
Just when I was about five metres from my desk, heading towards the IT support desk, a shrill piercing whistle shrieked through the office. Heads popped out of work cubicles. Murmurs broke out and I turned around, only to see my daughter fully concentrating her energies on blowing into a small plastic whistle. Embarrassed beyond measure and smiling sheepishly, I quickly ran to her and took it out of her mouth.
I asked her where she had found the whistle. She replied, “Me find in colour box.”
After my initial embarrassment wore off my co-workers & I had a good laugh.
My little whistle-blower coloured on, totally oblivious.