Recent weeks at the financial salt mine have been particularly stressful as we approach year-end – always a flurry of activity for those who have made the unfortunate decision of selling their soul to a bank.
One of my favourite gems at work is a 50-something year old colleague with wild blonde hair, a fierce shoe collection and a weakness for hot fudge sundaes (extra peanuts!). She walks in each day with a big smile on her face and walks out each night on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Her job, quite simply, sucks. Lots of pressure; no recognition; no support.
After a soul-crushing meeting where she got her ass handed to her by a particularly abrasive executive with a penchant for cheap cologne and copious amounts of hair gel keeping his combover precariously intact, I decided that she deserved today’s act of kindness. I peered out the window and breathed a silent, “Yesssss!” under my breath as I spied a sight that made my heart pitter patter: an ice-cream truck.
As I made my way down the street, the ice-cream truck started pulling away. One does not know the strength of one’s perseverance (or calves) until one has run down the street in stilettos and a pencil skirt.
Luckily, the kind ice-cream truck owner took pity on my lack of coordination, speed and inappropriate footwear, and stopped at the end of the street.
Upon returning to the office, she was on what I can only imagine to be another soul-sucking conference call. I left the sundae on her desk. She mouthed “THANK YOU!” and enjoyed every last spoonful of that half-melted sundae. That night, she walked out of the office minus the nervous breakdown (presumably still on a sugar high).
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Total Kindness Cost: $4.50
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