I decided to slow-roll to work; taking the streets, instead of the freeways. I still arrived just ten minutes past my normal morning ETA. As I trudged from the parking garage to my building, the weight of my laptop case emphasized that I had also worked from home the night before.
I wasn't bummed at facing the workday; I just wasn't jumping for joy.
But then I stepped out of the elevator and onto my work floor. And here's what greeted me during the course of the day:
Two sweet-tempered co-workers:
"You made my day yesterday. Thank you! You are always so nice. You know, you were the only one who bothered to talk to me when I was first hired."
"Of course, he's nice. He's from Louisiana."Reply to "thank-you" e-mails that my lead project manager & I sent to a co-worker, who had went out of her way to rush a request for us:
"It was my pleasure. You two are a wonderful team to work with."Kind words from a manager when I made a bad assumption, and it blew up in my face.
"Just look at it as a learning experience. I know it may sound trite. But don't kick yourself. Anyone could have made that mistake."During my afternoon break, I was reading from the Shakespeare app on my iPhone. "All's Well That Ends Well." Act 4, Scene 3.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.It did end to to be an eleven-hour day at the office. But I had a good time. Ken had packed pizza for my lunch. Some good friends made my day. I had time to help another friend review a complex document to free up some of her time, so she wouldn't have to work a fourteen-hour day.
What made working late today completely worth it? On my route home, the timing was perfect to see the luminous full moon rising over the city as I drove east on Pierce-Elevated.
And then I was able to see a spectacular sunset as I was driving west on the South Loop.
And of course, I arrived home to a smile and a hug.
It was a more-than-wonderful day.