Nearly six years have passed since I last worked in a crowded office environment, so I've had to take a little time to get used to the presence of co-workers over the course of the last few weeks. Don't get me wrong, everyone is REALLY nice and very pleasant to work with. There is hardly an ego in the place and company politics has yet to rear its ugly head.
The issue at hand is, for lack of a better term, bodily noises. You'd think after so many years in isolation, I would be the person who forgets herself and lets fly with unapologetic flatulence or practices indiscrete nose picking. But it's not me who can be heard unblocking my sinuses with a cacophonous intake of air that sounds like it is rattling my eye sockets. No do I talk to myself nearly constantly, or vigorously and loudly clear my throat once every 15 minutes. It is not me, but a mystery co-worker (I have yet to catch this person in the act), who appears to have been born and raised in a barn. I'm all for letting fly with a good belch when one is among close family or friends, especially when excessive beer is involved, but loud burps in the work place take a little getting used to.
Is every workplace filled with people who fail to temper their unfortunate noises throughout the course of the day? Perhaps after working in an office setting for years, these noises will become like the hum of the refrigerator turning on or the whoosh of a passing car, noises I heard but never acknowledged when I was working from home.
My husband is very sweet and romantic. It is commonplace for him to leave me little love notes, buy me random flowers, or bring home some small gift just because. I really appreciate these gestures. I always feel loved and appreciated, and who doesn't like a little gift or treat every now and then. But, sometimes the best laid plans go awry. A couple of days ago, before anyone else was up, I was hurrying to get out the door. I had let the dogs back in from their morning pee and was looking in the cupboard for bones for them to gnaw on when I saw Bo drop a small foil-wrapped chocolate heart on the floor. Annoyed, I went to retrieve it, wondering who the heck had been careless enough to leave chocolate where the dogs could get to it. Planning to have a strict chat with children when I got home, I headed for the back door to grab my laptop case from the floor where it was propped. Sitting on top of it was another foil-wrapped chocolate heart with a single letter U carefully colored on it with a black Sharpie. Then it all made sense. Steve must have left me a couple of pieces of chocolate on my laptop case spelling out the message "heart U". Returning to the great room to get my shoes on I found a third foil heart with the letter I. Ah ha, I must have gotten the whole message then. Three hearts that together said "I heart U". I hopped in my car, having tossed all the pieces of chocolate into my purse. Then it hit me. Oh no, what if Steve had left the message that he loved me very, very, very, very much? There could be a major mess of dog sick to clean up by the time he got out of bed to ready the kids for school. Fortunately Steve doesn't love me that much.