It was a really bad afternoon. I reiterate, in case you missed previous posts, I LOATHE the medical profession and all it stands for. One of my coworkers wanted to be funny as I was leaving the office. He made a “cute” comment. I was just about at the door, shades on, defeated after the afternoon’s events and just said “bite me”. Can I say that? Technically, no. Yet, considering how the office runs, I can definitely get away with it. The guys responded with “OOOH” and laughter followed.
I arrive home and a vehicle drives past and stops across the street from my house. I’m thinking, “now what?”. Turns out, it’s a local friend I actually met on Facebook. We’ve had a few interactions and I was able to gift her a few things for her girls. The items had been gifted to me and I just wanted to pass them along to someone who could use them. We had wanted to sit down and chat at some point, but Life had different plans for us and the months passed before we knew it.
Turns out, she’ll be on my street more as there is a new daycare here. We had a few minutes to say “hi”, swap a few “issues” we each were addressing and just lending an ear to each other. It wasn’t much, but it was such a pleasant surprise. Simple in the approach, but invaluable in its meaning. I didn’t realize how much I needed just to commute with; another adult who had semblance of understanding and compassion.
Very grateful for the simple things in this world.