Yesterday at work I was walking back from the restroom and I met a co-woker chickie in the hallway. She's one of those co-workers that I really don't know well, but I like her, and we sometimes chat a while when she has to call my department for something. She appeared to be just arriving, she was carrying her purse and holding a Starbucks cup out in front of her like it was a lifeline pulling her along.
I held the hallway door open for her.
"Hi! Happy Friday!" I smiled at her.
"No, it's not," Chickie said.
"Aw, why not?"
Chickie heaved a big breath and said, "I ran out of gas on the interstate."
"I had to walk to a gas station, and carry back one of those things full of gas, and I was trying to put it in my tank on the side of the road, and people were honking at me." She made a sad face.
I held open the door to the call center for her. "Oh man, that's awful. Well... at least it's Friday, right?"
She stopped walking and looked at me. "I have to work tomorrow."
I know how that is, you really can't be all Yay Friday when you have to work on the weekend.
"Oh." I said. "Boy, you need a hug."
I was kind of kidding, really, but then she held out her arms, so I gave her a squeezy hug, being careful not to hit her coffee. I hope her day got better.
My days at work have all sucked since we got even more bad news this week. Nobody at work has hugged me either, although Greg told me that he's been trying to be extra nice to me at home because I'm so sad and stressy about work. Which made me tear up a little.
Oh well, it's Saturday morning now, and unlike sad Chickie, I do have the weekend off. Yay for that!