Wildflower Writes

Photo by  Dennis Klein  on  Unsplash I had just come out of a meeting with my supervisor. My next few weeks of work were pretty much lined up for me, and I was feeling stressed. Over the course of the workday, three different co-workers popped in my office to offer me sweet snacks, including Rise ‘n’ Roll’s infamous cinnamon caramel donuts. This never happens. Some days I hole up in my office and will only see someone on the way to filling up my coffee cup. I’m not sure if everyone was feeling the first of the week/ first of the month optimism, but I love that I work with people who are always thinking about how they can improve someone else’s day. I’m not a big Valentine’s Day fan, but kindness and love are always in style. 

It all started with an empty coffee cup.  My employer graciously provides carafes of coffee for the administrative staff on a daily basis. It is a provision I've become accustomed to, routinely grabbing my empty cup to visit the water cooler, where three carafes sit neatly in a row.  This morning, the carafes were missing. I knew the cafeteria supervisor was out for the day, and maybe the staff was off too. What to do? I'd been imagining that dark, aromatic liquid since I pulled in the parking lot.  I could wait. Maybe he was just running late. The coffee might appear eventually. I could go investigate. I could see if anyone's here today to make coffee. That wouldn't actually help me obtain any, though. I could sneak into the transportation office. I know the secretary has her own coffee pot. I'm sure she would share if I asked.  I could text a co-worker who hasn't arrived in the office yet. If my sob story was compelling enough, she might bring me coffee.  I co...