Confessions of pizza and cake
We had a going away party at work today. One of my co-workers (V.) is starting a new job on Monday, with, surprisingly, a financial institution. I was unaware that anybody was hiring right now, let alone financial companies. K. brought in pizza (from Pizza Hut, my favorite!) and cake for lunch today (so much for sticking to the plan to drop a few pounds before the wedding day), to celebrate, and I was proud of myself because I saw her carrying the cake and pizza, and instead of ignoring her and getting mad that I did not know what she was celebrating, and letting it get to me that I was somehow not invited (mass emails are sent around the office for these group celebrations, and I had not received one), I asserted myself and asked her what was going on. She told me that we were celebrating V.’s going away, and asked me if I got the email. I said, no, and laughed, and she felt bad that it did not reach me. She thought I was joking, and I do think a part of her felt bad. Maybe. I just brushed it aside, helped her carry everything, and enjoyed the celebration.
The old me would have secretly held it against K. for not personally inviting me, and my mind would race wondering if there were people in the office who secretly did not like me. You know, conspiracies are so in right now. Ha.
But, the new me knows that there are bigger things in life, and no, not everyone is out to get me. Sometimes it is best to just let the little things go…and enjoy pizza and cake. Now, for an afternoon nap (not).
Currently reading: Confessions of An Ugly Stepsister (by Gregory Maguire) pg 72 of 368