Today, I left work feeling giddy that the weekend was starting. Unlike the previous four days, I did not have to teach in the afternoon and I was leaving long before a number of colleagues.
My giddiness turned to a bit of despair (perhaps I exaggerate) when a few steps from the building I realized that I did not have my transport pass. (In my case, it was the GTA weekly pass, which allows me to travel through multiple areas and utilize different transportation companies).
I retraced my steps to no avail. I searched my way back to the building, painfully up the four flights of stairs, and even to the bathroom where I had changed into my shorts for a pleasant ride home. Then I dumped out my bad and searched through every book and piece of paper I had. I unzipped every zipper and even resorted to shaking the whole thing upside down.
I considered where I could have lost it. Was it when I tried to warn the woman who was walking and texting that a van was backing up in her way? Was it when I awkwardly tried to let the incredibly beautiful woman ahead of me in the subway station? Was it when I needed cough candies to soothe my throat? Did someone take it?
The thing you need to know about me is that little things like that bother me. I had never lost a pass before. Never. We’re talking years of commuting and I always have my pass. It really bothered me. It was going to cost me an extra six dollars to get home.
I tried to rationalize it. I tried hard to find the silver lining. This was the last trip of the week and the last trip on the pass. If I had lost it earlier, it would have cost me much more. If I was going to lose it, other than after getting home, this was the best scenario possible. It still bothered me.
I stewed for a bit, and even rechecked my steps again. Then I went to the school office to see if anyone had turned it in. They hadn’t, but that is when I caught a break. Rather, that is when I discovered how good people can be.
My co-worker, and friend, Patricia told me that she had a pass for me. It was a monthly pass (and actually for post secondary students, so using it was probably a minor crime) and she insisted I take it. I started to argue that I had the money and I didn’t need it. She is wiser than me and cut me off before I started. I knew when I was beat.
I also knew when someone was doing something nice for me and should shut up and be thankful. Oddly enough, last year, it was Patricia who taught me that I should accept compliments instead of deflecting them. “Just say thank you and accept the compliment”, she encouraged me.
Sometimes when you are at a low ebb, people really come through for you. Some people find Today’s Perfect Moment when you only see the negative.