Friendship is an art, few people have a natural talent for it.

When I first kicked off my stay at home mom shoes, on the verge of divorce I was employed by McDreamy Actuary to work for three Principal Consultants who reported to him.

I worked for one very laid back, badly organized, everything done at the last minute Indian man, a lovely Indian lady who became a great friend, the most organized, clever and kick ass lady with a great shoe fettish… and a bi-polar man with a bad attitude and a cracking sense of humour… he loved Top Gear and dirty conversations… and we got on very well (while most people stayed well clear of the poor bugger, he came accross very intimidating) probably cause I am as bi-polar as him. LOL

I worked full day, I worked hard, but well and after a year or so had passed, I was asked to go work for McDreamy directly and a new assistant was appointed to replace me. 

During the time I worked for them I spent allot of time running around making friends and influencing people with the mail room guys (although I knew them already from when I worked at the company before… some of these men I’ve known for 15 years!!), the print room crowd, the receptionists, the cleaners, the IT guys, the event co-ordinator, the person in accounting who will help you when you look lost… all those people who help make your life easier if you be kind and lovely… and they may just assist you get out of a crap situation. I have a policy of treating everyone the same… be you the cleaner of the CEO… to me you are all just people… does not always make me popular… I am not impressed by titles.

One of these people is the black lady who binds documents in our printing department. She is a strange creature… extremely well dressed, well spoken.. however catch her on a good day and you are her best friend and she will smile and chat… and on a bad day you barely get a grunt out of her.

Years ago, on such a grunt day, I went and bought her Seattle coffee… brought it to her and said she is clearly having a rough day… I hope this helps! Since that day she is always been very kind to me, I always gain a smile….

My new job puts me back in touch in a much bigger way with all these people… so today I was in the print room and the binding lady says to me that since I went to work for McDreamy she has not seen much of me, but she noticed me accross the atrium the other day and thought to herself that I had lost allot of weigh and looked so different. 

I said thank you very much, I have lost some weight but I’m kinda stuck at the moment. She told me that she is sure my husband tells me all the time that I am looking so wonderful… at least this time I stopped myself saying I don’t have a husbandI said to her that I’m trying to start loosing weight again and she said yes, you can loose a little bit more … but not too much…(How I love Africa where fat girls are Queens in African culture!!!) you look so very nice in your jeans… so different from how you use to look.

Liam took this picture on our way to school / work this morning.

I’ve been having a tough week with self esteem… doubting myself.  I had a lump in my throat talking to her.  It was the nicest compliment that somebody had noticed… encouraging – and the nicest thing that had happened to me all day.

I may have to buy her coffee again…maybe throw in a muffin….  just cause she made my day happier.

Author: WεηchƔ

In September 1997, “The Nocturnal Wenchy” started her blog. The blog remains painfully real but these days she is more of an intermittent Blogger! 😉

14 thoughts on “Friendship is an art, few people have a natural talent for it.”

  1. You look great. I miss working in a big office where there are lots of different characters and personalities to interact with


  2. I do sometimes miss working for a big company – but I do enjoy working with the love of my life every day 🙂


  3. It is nice to be reminded that although things are not ideal, everything is okay, like a little silver lining!


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