Flattery, Flattery...

There's nothing like a nice compliment to make your dreary day become bright again....

Today, I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. I was grumbling and groaning that I'm too sleepy to work. I told my mom, Can I please just call out just this one time? But of course I didn't. I still went to work.

Anyway, at the hospital, while I was pushing my cart to go to my assigned dining area, a cutie nurse smiled at me, I smiled back then went on my way.

But then he called out to me:

cutie nurse: hey

I turned to look at him

cutie nurse: are you related to someone here?
me: yeah, my brother works here... he's the tall guy in two west
cutie nurse: how old is he?
me: 18
cutie nurse: no, not him, he's older
me: my dad works here too
cutie nurse: you walked with him a couple of days ago?
me: yeah
me: Why? Do I look like him?
cutie: yup. exactly like him. but he's a short guy, right?
me: uh, no, he's not that tall, but he's not short either. maybe around 5'8"
cutie nurse: oh. hmmm... wrong guy
I just smiled at that
cutie nurse: anyway...
cutie nurse: wats your name?
me: i'm joyce
cutie nurse: my name's jason
me: hey, nice meeting you
cutie nurse: you know, you're so pretty, very pretty.

I know I should've just said thank you for that compliment. But you know what I did? I laughed. Hehe. Me? Pretty? I looked terrible this morning. My eyes were probably a little puffy from lack of sleep, I have a bad-hair day, and yet he told me I'm pretty. Talk about bull.

But that compliment made my day a little better, that, and the fact that he's not bad-looking either.