water and compliments

water and compliments

So this morning I finally got the whole bus thing right. I got to work on time and was excited to have an extended timeperiod for getting things done. I went into the kitchen to fill up my water bottle (yes, I am still using those darn nalgene bottles) and chatted with some of my female colleagues . Walking back to my cubicle, a terrible thing occurred. I dropped my water bottle and it all spilled on the carpet. It didn’t appear as a big deal to me, and I was even contemplating whether or not to tell our office manager about it.  I did tell her. And boy, did she tell me. I spent the next hour on the floor trying to get the damn water out of the carpet.  Tommorrow, I am taking the late bus again…

This morning, I read an article about how to be nice to girls. I guess the ladies really appreciate receiving compliments. I have heard about that before, but can’t say that I ever applied it. Being nice to girls was something that I was not really accustomed to. So, off I went into the kitchen again. Guarded with that new knowledge about how to treat a lady. I grabbed my lunch out of the fridge and sat down with a few of my female coworkesr. I knew that I should have just kept my mouth shut, since I couldn’t really think of a compliment that would apply to all the girls. I was nervous to say the least. Chances are that drops of sweat were running down my forehead and my face was glowing red. All, I could think about was making a compliment to one of those girls. After minutes of thought and self doubt, I finally decided to compliment the prettiest girl on table about her shirt. I said it that I really liked her shirt. I am not sure why I said that and I am positive that it wasn’t the right thing to say. I think the other girls might now be mad at me. Tommorrow, I am being myself again.