My husband went back to work a couple of weeks ago, after a long illness. He immediately got back into the swing of things and returned to his throne as the social hero of the office. He’s a friendly guy, always has been, and so attracts people like a magnet. I, on the other hand, sometimes repel them as though I had cooties. I’m not what you’d call a social butterfly. More like a moth: it won’t hurt you but it’s not pretty to look at so you just ignore it. Eventually, it will fly away.
Yesterday, he said, “Don’t forget—my office party is Friday and I promised to bring brownies. And my Secret Santa wants a gift card for Starbucks.”
“Well, maybe you can buy brownies at Starbucks when you pick up the gift card,” I replied casually. He frowned. There was electricity in the air you could cut with a spatula. Finally, he made a noise that our dog makes when you scratch him at just the right spot. I sighed. He smiled. Game over.
I remember a couple of years back when we attended an office function and a woman came up to me and exclaimed, “You’re so lucky! My husband wouldn’t touch a mixing bowl.” Attempting to be more social than my reputation suggests, I responded, “How awful for you!” She hesitated a moment and went away. “What was that all about?” I asked hubby. He blushed, cleared his throat, and said, “I might have implied that I made the cookies and cakes I’ve brought in to work for the last few years.”
I spent the rest of the evening fake-smiling until my jaws ached. The ride home was really really quiet.
Since that time I’m a little bit more forgiving when it comes to folks bragging about their achievements and accomplishments; life is too short to judge so it’s better to just sit back and enjoy the story. Do something kind or thoughtful. Make a difference. It’s more fun to have folks notice what you’ve done than for them to hear you talk about it.
Wishing all of you a happy holiday, a merry Christmas, and a joyful New Year. Thanks for reading.