Riddle me this:
HOW ARE SOME PEOPLE SO NICE?!
And more importantly, how do they make it look so effortless. Because I. Don’t. Get. It.
Earlier this morning I cancelled a meeting because I had to go pick up my new (27 inch!!!) monitor (size does matter, people – this badboy displays 4 Word pages on one screen at 100% instead of my regular one) at one of our offices. I was already impressed with my actual cancelling WITH reason of this meeting but then I got outshone by the colleague whose meeting it was (because often times I’ll just use the ‘cancel and send no response’ option).
Because this man actually sent me an app message on my way there to drive safe and take care of myself because there’s a code red for the roads (icy icy icy). It made me go awwww.
And then it made me go ‘I wish I was more like that’.
It was so fitting too, because I’d actually been worrying about driving to the office because of that very same reason. Unnecessarily so, it turned out, because there was 0 slipperyness on the roads in the end, but still. The news said it might be dangerous.
But to have a colleague take that into consideration and ask me after it, is just. Next level nice.
I mean – I ACTUALLY plan items in my agenda in order to remind me to check up with friends and the basics of showing unprompted interest seem lost on me, sadly, though I do work to compensate. Honestly, I’ll go visit my grandparents and my grandmother will always ask me to give her a call when I make it home safe and most of the time I full-on forget even that simple request loooong before the end of the 90 minute drive home. It’s just not in my nature to be attentive at that level, even though I think it’s such a lovely and attractive quality in people.
Same goes for the friend who I’d told about todays monitor-pickup last Thursday (I think, BECAUSE I DIDN’T REMEMBER EVEN TELLING THEM) who sent me a message wishing me good luck at the pickup this morning. Because they not only recalled that I was headed to the office, but wanted to wish me well on my way. Without me re-telling them. Mind. Blown.
Brains. They freak me out, what, with their working all differently for all the different kinds of people.
Freak. Me. Out.