Myra texted just before my lunch - she wanted me to go to Weight Watchers with her, for support. I said I would, although I had been planning to go to Boots to get some nasal hair clippers. I'd been examining my reflection in the side of the stapler whilst waiting for a customer to stop crying, and I could clearly see a hair protruding from the left nostril. Where had it come from? I Googled "Why is hair growing from my nose" on my phone, making sure I held it under the desk. The top answer was: "It's God way of saying he hates you" which wasn't exactly helpful.
At Jubilee Hall, I held Mrya's handbag whilst she was being weighed. For the fourth week running, the poor thing was suffering from severe water retention. I tried to take her hand as we left, but she was too upset to be comforted and we walked to Burger King in virtual silence.
When I got back to my desk, I found a yellow post-it note stuck to my screen. It was a drawing of a man's face, with a spider crawling out of the nose. It was very good, and it must have been done by Lucy, as she's the most artistic person in the team. That was sweet of her to do a drawing for me; trying to make me laugh, probably, having sensed I was having a bad day. Did the picture have some sort of hidden meaning? I smiled at her
conspiratorially but she quickly looked away. She really was a very sensitive girl. I sent her an email to say thank you. I did put a couple of x's after my
name, but decided to change them to smiley faces at the last minute. I didn't
want her to think I was being forward.
At Jubilee Hall, I held Mrya's handbag whilst she was being weighed. For the fourth week running, the poor thing was suffering from severe water retention. I tried to take her hand as we left, but she was too upset to be comforted and we walked to Burger King in virtual silence.
When I got back to my desk, I found a yellow post-it note stuck to my screen. It was a drawing of a man's face, with a spider crawling out of the nose. It was very good, and it must have been done by Lucy, as she's the most artistic person in the team. That was sweet of her to do a drawing for me; trying to make me laugh, probably, having sensed I was having a bad day. Did the picture have some sort of hidden meaning? I smiled at her
conspiratorially but she quickly looked away. She really was a very sensitive girl. I sent her an email to say thank you. I did put a couple of x's after my
name, but decided to change them to smiley faces at the last minute. I didn't
want her to think I was being forward.
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