Because work was a large part of my life last week, may I share a few bright spots? A few, to me, always means three.
Someone in a meeting talking about rising costs used the 'word' exorberant. I love it when people try to speak.
Someone mentioned a car accident that slowed the drive in considerably. The other person said 'It's always the people in cars that cause things like this'. I love it when people try to think.
Someone came over to my desk and leaned in with a solemn 'You know, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now....' Gulp. '...you know that sweater you've been wearing lately, the new one, the light brown one?' Yes I nodded. 'I don't think it really suits you, I wasn't going to say anything but I don't think it's your colour and I thought you should know'.
I laughed and told her that I'd probably still wear it just the same. She didn't laugh. 'That's fine but I'm just saying, it's not really you'. I laughed again and she got up and left. I love it when people think I care.
Janet Baker - I Have Lost Track Of The World.mp3