Ain't nothing but the real thing

So, I’m sitting at my desk at work this morning, I grab my 20-ounce bottle of Diet Coke, and I take a swig. Then I stop and say to myself, “Wait a minute, I brought a can with me today, not a bottle. That’s weird.” But then I look to the left side of my computer and there sits a can. I pick it up. It’s nearly full. Hmmmm. The bottle is cold. The can is cold. What on earth is going on?


First of all, I must have a bit of drinking problem. A bottle and a can at the same time? Seriously. There must be something wrong with me if I manage to have two drinks open at once . . .

And second, I must have a great coworker. You see, it wasn’t particularly a good day at work today; a couple of major things went awry. And they were the kind of things that make you feel that perhaps you should look for a new job because you’re not quite qualified for your current one. But my coworker, seeing that I was nearing an emotional breakdown, went to the vending machine, bought a cold Diet Coke, and left it on my desk. I didn’t see her do it. But does she know me well or what?

And her thoughtfulness made a big difference. Thanks, Jaimi.