I had an e-mail from a girl I used to work with. She and I used to share the same office. She was always hot and I was always cold. She sat right by the thermostat and controlled it. She also had one of those little fans that clip on your desk too. I used to tell her that I was going to bring my electric blanket and plug it in to keep warm. I told her I was going to build a fire in the trash can. She usually had no pity on me. She said my blood was too thin and I needed some vitamins. I told her she had thyroid problems and needed medication! This was all in good fun. We were, and are, buddies. She is a very quiet person. One day I was so cold and my hands were like ice balls. I dug in my purse and found some matches. I lit one and cupped my hands around it. She saw me and grinned and then she reached up and cut the thermostat down some. That was the only time she had any pity for me!! I used to bring a banana to work for a snack sometimes and when I left my desk she would write on them and draw pictures. She would write, "Please don't eat me" and draw a sad face! She gave me the nickname of Bud (short for Rosebud she said) and she still calls me that.
We worked in the same office but we worked for different doctors. She had one of those big adding machines. Our boss bought one much smaller for us. She always laughed and said it was a "wimpy" one!
She lost her husband to cancer last year and I know she gets really lonely. They have one son and he is 17 or 18 now. Her husband was only 52 when he died. She is a cancer survivor herself and has been doing well now for about 7 years since her surgery. Now her mother has cancer of the throat.
We'll have to get together and do lunch soon. There are 5 of us from that same office that all get together and have lunch periodically. Getting her e-mail made me think of those times in the office and brought a smile to my face.