“Wouldn’t it be just terrible if I wrecked this thing?”, I thought to myself while pulling out of work in the brand-new company vehicle. I was to run a few short errands for my boss, and head back to the office a little after lunch. It was a rainy Thursday morning and I was just excited to be out on a little field trip for the day.
I made my way through town, checking things from my list store by store. I turned left on a very large, rounded corner. As I made the turn, the man who was coming in my opposite direction was too far in my lane already. He tried to swerve from my lane at the last second, but it was too late, and he slid into my back-driver’s side door. I sat there in shock for a second. I was so scared I couldn’t even figure out how to move the car out of the middle of the road. The screeching of his tires rang in my ears.
“I can’t believe I just wrecked this thing.”
I watched the man who hit me pull over and stagger out of his car. We both knew that it was his fault and he could see the fear and frustration on my face.
“Driving a little close to the middle there, weren’t you buddy?!” I shot at him. I can’t control my attitude in these kinds of situations, and I didn’t realize how sassy I sounded until it left my mouth. The shock of it all put a pause on my tears, but once I got out of my vehicle and saw the damage, there was no stopping the number of tears I had coming.
The entire back bumper of the small car hung on for dear salvation. It started the day as a 2019 Chevrolet Bolt, freshly wrapped and ready for the upcoming annual meeting, and somehow ended the day as a crumpled piece of paper lying on the side of the road, with miscellaneous scraps scattered everywhere like candy after a parade.
The man who hit me was more than apologetic, and I could tell he felt guilty. He stayed with me and waited for police to come. He even spoke to the supervisors from my work who came to pick me up, telling them that the accident had not been my fault. He admitted to driving too far in the opposite lane, and the rain-soaked road didn’t make the crash any softer. I was relieved knowing it wasn’t my fault, but that didn’t keep me from feeling terrible for destroying the crown jewel of the company I’d been working with for five weeks.
The people I work with literally couldn’t have been more supportive. They assured me from the very moment I let them know that no one was upset with me, and that they were only relieved that I wasn’t harmed. I can’t express my gratitude to my colleagues enough for not making me feel bad or guilty about the situation. Since my accident, I’ve learned that this is just the kind of environment that working in a co-op provides.
The moral of the story is that accidents can and will happen to anyone. It’s important to always stay calm and not let your head run wild when you need to keep it together. Even though it was a brand-new vehicle, it’s a good thing I was driving that and not my own car. It would have been a lot harder for my work to deal with had I not been in a vehicle that they insured.
So, if you ever find yourself on the side of the road, wrecked in the new company car, don’t beat yourself up. Accidents happen and we’re all human. Be grateful that it wasn’t worse than it was, dust your shoulders off, and always take the company car!