on my mind

My day yesterday at the Monkey Firm was nothing short of chaotic. I might have strangled myself with the cord to my endlessly ringing phone, but I was feeling so darn pleasant that none of it really got to me.

Why so happy?

It could be that I spent the morning taste-testing Hershey’s new line of double chocolate products. Double chocolate Kit-Kat? Yes, please. It could have been the random Instant Message from adorable, broody Harris that declared, “I fancy you.” Or my quirky co-worker’s sudden “H, I was just thinking that I’m glad I met you. We’re made for each other.” It could also have been a product of a Higher Up, pausing mid-meeting to thank me for my work. “I appreciate the quality of what you’ve produced for us, but more than that, I appreciate how easy you are to work with.” I am pretty sure I blushed.

How great is it to be appreciated, to have your company wanted? To be fancied?

Pretty fucking great.

Sometimes, it’s just nice to know that people are thinking of you, even when they don’t have to be. For me, there are some people who will never be out of sight, out of mind. People for whom more than a passing thought goes out during the day. I don’t often tell them. But after being the object of yesterday’s love fest, I think I will make a better effort to. It certainly couldn’t hurt.

Hey,

I’ve been thinking about you. Not in any stalker-ish sort of way or anything (please ignore the glint of binoculars). I just want you to know that you’re appreciated, wanted and fancied. And I’m glad I met you.

xo,

H