So I’ve become a huge fan of the Millhouse Coffee Shop in our first floor break room. They make a mean cup of hot chocolate. Today I had a white chocolate with a shot of coconut. Extreme deliciousness. There are a variety of individuals who work there. One guy has a bald spot but is sporting a massive beard. He’s very friendly. There’s a girl with glasses who’s also very nice.
Then there’s “broken arm chick.” She’s rather stand-offish. “How can I help you …?” Like she doesn’t really mean it, but she knows she has a job to do, so she just does it. She’s been like this since I’ve been going down there. She slams the microwave door shut, bangs her bagel cutting knife around, sulks and pouts over who knows what … she’s generally grumpy and harump-y.
Somehow, though … it works for her. Maybe I’m just being uber-kind today and I’m just accepting of everyone as they are today, but for some reason, her pissy-ness didn’t bother me today. I thought, “Hmm. Something must be going on in her life that’s making her like this. Or maybe this is her personality after years of bad relationships. Maybe she got let go from her 6-figure job because of the economy and this is what she’s doing to survive.” Obviously, I can’t just say, “Hey. You have this constant ‘grah’ vibe. What’s the matter with you?” Cuz, really … how nice would that be?