I met my girlfriends for dinner just now and had the most wonderful time. They formed a tight group back in uni that didn't include me (I was a cool lone wolf back then) and apparently had nicknames for everyone. This is the first time in 4 years all 4 of us got together and long story short, they decided I need a nickname too. I'm surprised and touched when they decided to name me Bubbles. These days I've started to think of myself as reclusive, not properly socially lubricated, and definitely not funny. It's heartwarming that my closest friends thought of me as bubbly, not just funny, or just happy, or just pleasant. Bubbly is all that and more, my God it makes me feel warm inside thinking about it. Thank you darlings!
In the same line of thought, I got assurance from one of my staffs last Saturday. Assurance that the work that I do is no small thing and I'm making a difference in people's lives. We were working in the booth and had time to chitchat. The conversation turned to work and I asked her if she's happy working for me, and she said yes. I thought, 'Shit, why did I put her on the spot like that?' But to my relieve, she wasn't just saying yes to please me but is genuinely happy that she doesn't have to wake up early, dress up and face the traffic to go to work everyday. She's happy that she can take 2 weeks off to travel whenever she wants and I'd be okay with that. I wish I can pay my people more and it does bother me a bit, but I forget that the "perks" that comes from our working arrangement could more than make up for that.
The lesson here? I need to get out of my head once in a while and meet people, in real life!
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