I hurry down the sidewalk eager to make the turn into the building and disappear into the humdrum of daily work life. Peeling the earmuffs, I stuff them into my already bulging bag, dig out my badge and wait for the elevator to ding.
The door opens and a person I knew from my orientation a year and half back smiled back at me. I step in and the door closes. He balances a couple of big cardboard boxes as he glances at the floor I just punched on the panel. You look nice. He says. I smile color creeping into my face. Thanks I respond and scramble for an equally nice thing to say. Before I can say anything he says “you cut your hair huh?”
The doors open at my floor even as I nod yes and walk out. I smile wider as I swipe my badge to enter the inner sanctum where work waits for me.
It is nice being noticed I think, mentally making a note to be nice to the people around me.