Yesterday was actually a relative nice day. I had to skip working on Monday because of a funeral, so coming in to a nice day on Tuesday was fantastic. The sudden death of a coworker and friend last week is what has kept me from really feeling like posting snarky comments to the world.
Back to the subject at hand... Tuesday was a good day, and it was a good day for someone so incredibly small; something that really shouldn't be as out of the ordinary as it actually is: Someone paid me a very nice compliment.
That it. That's all it took to make my day yesterday. I hadn't done anything extraordinary myself; I had just processed the woman's order as I would any other, and it wasn't even one of those vital, life-saving type things. It was just the foul liquid one has to drink before a colonoscopy (and could someone please confirm that this is a word? Blogspot's spell check apparently doesn't think so). We had a few prescriptions that were waiting ahead of her, but they weren't difficult, and slapping a label on a giant jug that I don't have to do anything with certainly isn't the most trying of tasks.
She was surprised it was ready right when she was done her shopping. Honestly, I wish more people would say that they thought it would take longer, because I usually have people standing at my counter staring at me like morons while I suddenly find the colors of their medications fascinating and thus slow down to admire them a little.
Once I had rung her in, she was happy to note her insurance paid a little on the prescription despite a high deductible, and I asked if she had any questions. Waffling back and forth a little on how it works, I called over the pharmacist, wished her a good day, and went back behind my smoked glass divider to continue with my work.
As she was leaving, she thanked the pharmacist and said something that just made me smile, "And your assistant was wonderful!"
She said something else about telling people about us, but I was a bit too busy smiling at that point. I would almost say it's a sad state of affairs when something so simple as a compliment is so out of place that it surprises me, but that's how it works today. I'm there to work, and if I don't do it within the insane confines of "customer standard time," then they have every right to be angry and berate me or anyone else standing behind the counter.
But either way, it was nice and made the rest of my day much, much better.
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