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In case there was any doubt... I am going to hell for being such a witch.
Do you have those people that person at work that you dread talking to? When they come to your desk you silently chant, "No! No! No! Not me!"?
Well, one of those guys is our maintenance guy. Every day he empties my trash can and I hold my breath until he leaves. When I get to work on Wednesday mornings and he's vacuuming my office, I create reasons not to stay in my office. When he checks my hole punch, I want to throttle him. And, sometimes I feel a little bad for being such a bitch. This man has never done anything wrong to me. I just don't like talking to him.
Most of the time.
I can remember a couple of nice conversations that really made me feel like the bitchiest of all witches because I don't like talking to him. Mostly, those conversations have begun when he asked how my son is doing.
So, when he came to me today and asked for 3 minutes of my time my inner witch was saying all sorts of terrible things.
This kind man brought me a Christmas gift for my son, who he has never met, and asked me to pass along a message too. He wanted to remind my son to keep trying to be a good boy, to keep learning, and to pray often.
The gift is a shirt from Ghana, the home country of our maintenance guy. Prince will likely not appreciate the gift or the message. But, for me, the message was as if God himself spoke to me.
And, He told me to stop being such a bitch.
Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.
Mark Twain
LOL. Our maintenance guy is a creeptastic little man. Sympathy. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteOH Ouch.. yeah sometimes God doesn't shout he whispers through others. That is why he said he will take what most consider theleast or most unworthy and make them the greatest..
ReplyDeleteI have learned that Ghanaians are very nice people.
ReplyDeleteNot so people from Buffalo, which is where the person in my office that I cringe to hear yammering on about something is from.
I shouldn't paint my canvas with such a large brush, as I'm sure there's someone from Buffalo who isn't a simpering idiot of an attention whore. I'll just wait to meet said person before picking up the finer bristle brush.
God works through people you'd never expect.
ReplyDeleteWow! God speaks in T-shirts.
ReplyDeleteWho knew?
Oh, and can I sit next to you on the bus going down? We can check out the new issue of Fireproof magazine (-:
Awww, what a sweet man.
ReplyDeleteGod speaks to me that exact same way daily. I want to laugh at this because we have "that guy" here too and I amn such a bitch. I just know I am going to regret that someday!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I relate! Everytime my maintenance guy comes by, he wants to chat and I find myself tensing up just *hearing* trash cans empty several cubes away. He always stays far longer than the comfort zone allows. Apparently I am a bitch too!
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