Today I got my period at work with absolutely zero warning.
I did the panic walk.
Quietly asked every woman in the office if anyone had a pad.
Nothing. Not one person had anything.
At some point, one of the guys overheard me and casually said:
“Uh… I think I have some in my car.”
Turns out he keeps emergency pads there for his girlfriend.
Five minutes later, he comes back and hands me a pastry bag.
Not a grocery bag. Not just the pads.
A pastry bag.
Because he didn’t want me to feel awkward walking through the office carrying pads where everyone could see.
And somehow this man had already thought ahead enough to bring two, because:
“You’ve still got a long shift.”
Sir.
I wasn’t emotionally prepared to discover that basic kindness can hit harder than caffeine on a workday.
Sometimes the greenest flag is just someone quietly making sure your bad day feels a little less awful.
Não sou perfeita, de todo, trabalho todos os dias para ser melhor do que o que fui ontem mas há mínimos. A classe de dentistas que se está a formar por aí ssusta, não sei como deixam certas merdas tão mal feitas na boca de um paciente e conseguem dormir a noite
agora sei o que é que a malta que vive no uk, países baixos, países nórdicos, etc sente quando não vê o sol muitos dias seguidos. EU ESTOU A ENTRAR EM DELÍRIO DEPRESSIVO, é tudo cinzento e escuro, e húmido (muito húmido), ODEIO AQUI JÁ CHEGA !!!!!!!