I had a little clash with KC on Tuesday evening before the day ended due to some work issues. When we finally slam down the phone (or I perceived that he had slammed the phone on me), I was feeling really terrible. It was one of those days when all things just seem to not go right, and the gloom just looked like they'd bloom and linger on. And on.
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| The Lucky Drink |
When I entered through the office doors on Wednesday morning, I thought I saw KC swing by my cube from a distance. I thought he must be wanting to pursue the issue we left off the day before.
Walking to my desk, I found a bottle of Minute Maid sitting on it. As I wondered who might have left it there, I braced myself to give KC a call on his desk to check if he was looking for me, but was directed straight to voicemail. The next moment, he swung by to tell me he had won some five cartons of Minute Maid drinks in a contest. He had brought a carton of his prize to the office to share. There were twelve bottles in a carton. As small as the gesture may seem, and that I do not so fancy mango juice, I was gladdened to even be considered in the sharelist. .
At late afternoon, I also received a note from a co-worker in US asking if I had recovered from the flu I suffered from since last week. It was heart-warming to even be remembered. Geez. I must have been so hard up for attention, even that little message unleashed a whole lot of comfort.
This afternoon, we went out to visit J* who has just given birth. Before we went to her house, the team dropped by at a food centre for lunch. Everyone ordered the famed noodle set that came with really nice braised meat. Alas, I made my order before finding out what's good, so I ended up with the uninteresting dumpling noodles while most others ordered that drool-worthy set meal.
When the orders arrived, T* actually broke off a part of the braised meat from his serving and tossed it into my bowl. He said it's nice and I should try. It was a little act - and in his usual manner of nonchalance, a little unexpected. The meat was a mini shrimp-size looking bit. But it spoke of immense generosity. Boy, it made my day that anyone should even bother. The meat tasted good. J
When the orders arrived, T* actually broke off a part of the braised meat from his serving and tossed it into my bowl. He said it's nice and I should try. It was a little act - and in his usual manner of nonchalance, a little unexpected. The meat was a mini shrimp-size looking bit. But it spoke of immense generosity. Boy, it made my day that anyone should even bother. The meat tasted good. J
I was glad I was sitting beside someone with a shimmering little halo today. Heh.
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