I have learned the office dynamics, expectations, preferences and the social etiquette.
So far, I have managed to stay out of trouble and win their tolerance of me.
There are many events and processes, socially, that are often more important than the ability to do the job.
Today, in a moment of weakness, I smarted off to Mr. Important. A fear shot through my gut.
Ms. Important found it amusing and delightful, so the moment was ignored, but I noted the need to smooth things over slowly and surreptitiously.
It was also the arrival day of the much anticipated King's Cake. The mysterious feeling of threat moved through the office when it was delivered. These lottery playing, competitive people dug into the cake, hoping to find the baby in their slice. I intuitively waited to be the last to get a slice.
Not only did I plan on cutting a thin slice, but I made sure I was the only one in the kitchen. If I had the baby, I would secretly stuff it back into the remaining cake (as I did last year).
It doesn't take a genius to know there would be no jubilation at me getting the "lucky" baby!
I placed my safe slice on the plate and turned to exit.
"Did you get the baby?"
"That is a tiny slice! There would be no chance of getting the baby with that slice!"
I tried to pass it off as no big deal, but I eventually responded......
Now, before I share my response, I need to set the stage.
Right before I emotionally responded, a quiet and mostly serious man entered from the back door and stood behind the wall.
This is what he heard.
I softly responded:
"I don't want the baby"
"What? Who says they don't want the baby? It will be fun!"
"I don't want the baby! The guys would be mad if it wasn't theirs."
At this point, Mr. Serious slowly moved around the corner and put his hand on my shoulder. I turned to see his jaw on the floor. I smiled with confusion in my furrowed brow.
But I continued...
"I just want to enjoy it without the baby."
His grip tightened and he moved closer. The intrusion into my personal space, from this decent guy, disturbed me. He looked really worried which made my brain jump to "something has happened".
I turned toward him and prepared to hear bad news......
When my cake friend said,
"Look at her piece of King's Cake! Tell her she needs a bigger piece! And to hopefully get the baby!"
I thought this man was going to pass out with the immediate relief that washed over him. He smiled, "I thought....ha. I wasn't sure. I'm glad it is the king's cake."
I laughed! "Good golly! I DONT want a real baby either!"
Once I had a chance to think back over the side of the conversation he heard, I was touched that he was so concerned for my "condition".....small piece of cake.