Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Ingratitude Rest

On Tuesday last I bustled from the elevator to my desk, wearing the frustration only an effective mother trapped in the body of an ineffective bureaucrat can wear so well.

I saw the delivery guy running around and around and around our offices looking for someone to give flowers to. I thought, wow, isn't that nice, someone is getting flowers. Twenty minutes later a finger pointed at me and my co-worker ushered him and the flowers to the 'door' of my cubicle.
Are you...?
OK, have a nice day.

No card. Umm. But he was gone.

Now I like getting flowers, don't get me wrong. But sometimes I get a bit shy about it. You know how it is. for-me?for-me?for-me? REALLY? I sort of ferretted them away. Really, for me?

I just let the mystery of their sender lie. I mean I had been pretty nice that week, despite broadcasting my feelings that Monday. Putting up actors and sharing my quality lox supplies with hungry children from Oregon. I had busted ass, kissed ass and hauled ass for school after school for two solid weeks. These were my flowers. I deserved them. I got them because I'm nice. I sat back to admire them and to read a Cathy cartoon.

Today I could let my ingratitude rest no longer. I had to know to whom I owed thanks.

Well, it's you. My most darling friend. And not because I'm nice at all, but because you are. I love you J. Thank-you. You picked me up.

Ok, now I'll go call.



Blogger Subspace Beacon said...

Oooh. Flowers. I'm jealous.

And I'm SHOCKED that Cathy cartoons are still being made. Are they funny yet?

11:03 p.m.  
Blogger mo-wo said...

not funny at all.
were they ever?

11:21 p.m.  
Blogger Mad said...

He's a good man and you were most deserving.

11:47 a.m.  
Blogger p-man said...

Lest there be any confusion, and against my own interest, I must make clear that I did not purchase these flowers.

12:05 p.m.  
Blogger mo-wo said...

My husband ???? ha not this time.

Just a special mother-friend who doesn't comment. So in response to this, mes fleurs.

Having lots of commenters is really over-rated. Our formula is best. Have 6 or 7 people who send flowers, buy you things, coach you through research programs and get you into free entertainments!! It's the best.

6:36 p.m.  

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