So I got my period at work today with absolutely no warning and went around asking all the women in the office if anyone had anything and nobody had a single thing.
One of the guys overheard me and said he had pads in his car because he keeps them there for his girlfriend for emergencies.
And then he went out to his car and came back and handed me a pastry bag.
This man had put the pads inside a pastry bag so nobody would know what was in it. To save me the awkwardness of walking through the office visibly carrying pads. He thought about that. On his own.
And it wasn't just one, he gave me two because I had an eight hour shift and he did that math himself apparently.
I was not prepared for......
My boyfriend suddenly started talking about a new coworker named "Alex."
"Alex thinks this restaurant is great." "Alex recommended this podcast." "Alex is incredibly organized."
Every. Single. Day.
But whenever I asked what department Alex worked in, or if we should invite Alex over for dinner, he’d suddenly get super vague and change the subject.
"Oh, Alex is just really busy right now."
Then, I saw a text notification pop up on his lock screen from an unsaved number: “Can’t wait for our secret rendezvous on Friday. Don’t tell you-know-who.”
My blood turned to ice. Friday was our anniversary.
I didn’t even wait for Friday. I packed a small bag, sat him down on the couch, and showed him the text. I told him if he wanted to be with Alex, he should just say it.
He stared at the screen, then stared at me, and his face went completely pale.
Then he burst out laughing so hard he started coughing.
He opened his calendar app and showed me the contact name for the unsaved number. It was the coordinator for a luxury pottery studio downtown.
"Alex" wasn't a coworker. Alex was a 62-year-old master ceramicist. My boyfriend had spent the last three weeks secretly taking private pottery lessons after work so he could surprise me by hand-making a replica of the ceramic vase I accidentally broke on our first anniversary. The "secret rendezvous" was his final glazing session.
I’ve never apologized so fast in my entire life.
Work. Work. Work. Stay hydrated. Go to the dentist. 10,000 steps. “What’s for dinner?” Insurance. Drink water. Pay a bill. Pay a bill. Smile. Credit Score. Check engine light. Go get gas. ALLERGIES! TAXES! STUDENT LOANS! Phone storage full. Email. Email. Apple $12.99. Apple $9.99. Subscriptions. Subscription. Overdraft. Laundry. Fold. Text. Text. Text. Clean the house. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” Doctors appoinment. Hair appoinment. Nail appointment. RENT. WAR! GOVERNMENT! POLITICS! THE PRESIDENT!!
My wife saw a lady crying at the vet
Dog needed surgery, no money
My wife paid for it on the spot
That's what money actually buys - the ability to say yes instantly
The ability to help others in need too