It's 9PM, and Mom and I are hanging out at Starbucks so that I can (hopefully!) talk to Chloe and tell you all what's going on. I only have about a half hour, when Mom will take me back across the street and Elsie will watch our rented movie (Molly: An American Girl).
I wanted to tell you about something that happened at work last night that was both good and bad.
We have a new girl at work. I'm not her biggest fan, exactly, because she drops the "f" word around me all the time (no, seriously, like every sentence!) and she's very abrasive. I'll say things to be friendly and she'll completely ignore me and walk away. I have trouble tolerating rudeness, but I have to work with the girl, so I continue to be nice.
Because she was new and it was only 6 months ago that I, too, was new, I thought I would try to help her. For example, when she asked me what to do with the dogs, I explained and then said, "And make sure you turn the lights off when you're done." Or in another situation, I said, "I'm not sure if anyone's told you that we've stopped feeding the cats at 8pm. We just feed them at 6 and that has to last them until tomorrow. I don't want you to get in trouble, in case you haven't heard." I truly just didn't want her to get in trouble and get yelled at, so I tried to help her out. I would have appreciated it, and did, when I was new. She always said, "I know already."
Well, when I got to work yesterday (Tuesday), my boss said, "Lydia, I need to talk to you."
(Insert fear here.)
Boss: How do you get along with New Girl?
Me: She's alright.
Boss: I just want to explain something to you. If I ask you to hand me a pen, I don't care if you hand it to me this way or that way. I just want the pen. When it comes to this job, I don't care how the work gets done, so long as it gets done. So, you might do something one way, and New Girl might do it another way. As long as it gets done, I let everyone do things how they do them best. Does that make sense?
Boss: So, if you see New Girl do something differently than you would do it, that's fine by me. It doesn't worry me, and it shouldn't worry you. Got it?
Me: Got it.
Boss: That's my girl.
So basically, she couldn't have been nicer. New Girl is still swearing constantly and being short with me. I try to be nice....
Me: (walking into New Girl's cat condo that she's cleaning)... Do you need cat litter?
New Girl: Yep.
Me: I'll go get it for you. Everyone hates to get cat litter.
New Girl: Yep.
Me: Well, if it's okay, I'll go get it. I like to carry heavy things like that.
New Girl: (Looks up).
Me: Well, I have autism. I have a lot of little quirks, and one of them is that I like to carry heavy things. It calms me down.
New Girl: Yep.
So now, I feel like an idiot. I thought something would click when I told her.... you know, oh, that makes sense. She's autistic. I get it now. But no sign of that. Nothing. Just "yep." My only fear is that she'll go complain to the boss that I told her. Make sense? No. Stupid? Yes. But as nice as my boss was yesterday, I don't want to get called into her office again tomorrow to be corrected, you know?
Mom's tired and Chloe's not online. Gonna take my mocha frap home and watch my movie with Elsie on the arm of the couch.