Recognition and acknowledgement are pretty cool things. Being rewarded for the time and effort you put into a project creates one of the few sensations that pass under the radar, yet continues to fly (Was that corny? Did it make sense?).
A co-worker of mine was recently snacking on puffed rice. As she stuffed her stupid mouth, she was commenting on how her diet was keeping her from eating the foods she loves. Health concerns are the primary reason and I could sympathize. I was trying to do my work and she was keeping me from it. A puffed rice piece managed to sneak its way onto the corner of her mouth, hanging solely by a film of spit and near-weightlessness. Her nerves didn't fire and I enjoyed the few minutes of platitudes, now made interesting by the homely source; a face slightly stained by a lost grain. Shady as fuck? Maybe.
I took pleasure in this tableau. The feeling of coming into work or school in an outfit you were unsure of a few hours ago, confronted by a mirror that won't let you be content. That's her. If she knew about the rice.
She rubbed it off when I wasn't looking. But at the corner of my eye I saw her do it.
[I'm so fucking despicable.]
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