“I try to pay her a compliment at least two times a week,” says Lulu about her boss, who is of course now my ex-boss. “She always looks so nice,” she explains, “and, more importantly, she tries.”
I was upstairs near my old office the other day, because a co-worker on maternity leave was visiting with her baby. Everyone was trying to make me hold the baby. Now, Chicklets, this was, objectively, one of the Cutest Babies Ever, but I don’t like to hold random babies and it bugs me when people try to foist babies upon you. It is exactly the same as when newly-engaged women whip their rings off and say, “want to try it on?” Um, no, and no. And did I say no?
Now, I adore my old boss and actually quite miss having her as my boss. So when she tried to get me to hold the baby, I very much relished having the opportunity to say decline and say, “You are not the boss of me.” Because, really, how often does a girl get the opportunity to say that and mean it in an utterly literal sense?
But she did look cute—the boss, not the baby. Well, the baby, too, but I digress.
Lulu’s philosophy of trying to pay people compliments is actually based on the fact that, outcome aside, she has great respect for their effort.
“My attitude,” she says, “is, I’m sitting in front of a computer all day, so fuck you ALL!”
Here’s to casual Fridays, Chicklets. TGIF.