Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

approachable me

Perhaps it comes from when I worked as a cashier at a local hardware store, and part of my job was to be friendly to everyone. But people say I'm easy to talk to and approachable.

Last week it worked in my favor. I was in the steam room when the facilities guy showed up to fix the heat valve (it was stuck open). When he was done, he started talking to me about his job and how he wants to retire. I politely smile and nod, holding an ice bucket with samples destined for the -80 freezer. Because I got held up listening to this guy, I was in the main lab when boyfriend called. So it worked out for the best.

But this morning, I got called to ask my opinion on our healthcare plan. I actually have a gripe about the ease of signing up for the mail order service, so I got to say my piece. But why do I always get picked? This is the second time in three years they call on me for opinions, and they never call for any of the other staff members at our lab.

Guess they can tell from the phone that I'm an approachable person.

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