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Every day I walk up to the Post Office to send creativity to my customers and then pop into the local grocery store for fresh supplies. There is a beautiful poppy growing through the gravel and railings on the way and I found myself saying ‘You are so beautiful’ out loud.
My Post Office buddy and I asked each other how we were and he looked distressed and commented that his morning had been horrible and he thought it best not to say why. I took his cue and said ‘Your hair looks good, have you had it cut?’ He hadn’t and I discovered that his new look had been achieved by running his hands constantly through his locks from stress. He started to do ‘the usual with my parcels’ as he calls it and I looked at him and said ‘Tell me.’ He’d made a mistake on the system, which involved a lot of zeros, and when he’d turned to HQ for help, their response had been to say ‘That will take at least 18 weeks to put right’ along with a few other comments. I listened till the end of the story and watched him explain to me how useless he was and how he always made big mistakes. My response was: ‘We all make so called mistakes. I doubt that the 18 weeks is accurate given modern technology and even if it does, they are aware of it and the necessary actions can be taken. This is management by fear, so please don’t paint yourself with their colours.’ He had tears in his eyes and we switched the conversation to all the other lovely things we normally talk about and I left pondering.
That’s when I saw the pink Poppy.
In the grocery store I was chatting to my buddies at the checkout and asked after another buddy of mine who works there. They pressed a bell and he winged his way through from the back and joined in our conversation. I discovered that he was cooking lunch for all of his colleagues and putting loving care into it. Chicken and bacon pasta in white wine sauce with rocket salad. I looked at the girls and they said ‘He always makes lunch for us.’ ❤