This morning at 7:30am, my boss came and asked me to edit the auction catalog and make a variety of font, writing, and picture changes, so that it could be ready to go to the printer tomorrow morning.
In came my co-worker a few hours later who took one look at what I’d done and then burst into tears. She was crying her heart out there at her desk because she thought it was her project and here I’d taken it over. It didn’t take long for me to dissolve into tears too, which brought up once again the joys of NOT working in an all-woman environment any longer.
We’re all patched up now, she and I, and all is relatively well. I’m always surprised when something so everyday is cause for a crying jag. Crying and work simply do not go together. Frankly, I”m not a huge fan of crying at all. Sometimes, I wish I was someone who could bottle it up inside and be a cool cucumber. A Mommy with nice nails and a clean shirt. But alas, that ain’t me.