Today I got some blood work done. Not a fun job to have, a phlebotomist. The woman today seemed very cranky. She didn't smile, didn't say hello, wasn't cherry in the least. Why should she be perky? She has to prick people, work out of a hospital's basement, and deal with blood all day.
After she took my blood, I told her she did a good job. She did. The draw hardly hurt.
What is amazing though, is how this sour faced woman turned up with a big smile. After that compliment, she told me to have a nice day and a great Easter. Prior to that, she was the furthest thing from social and at my first thought had a face resembling a duck with a furrowed brow and sour-puckered lips.
Everyone likes to hear nice things. A compliment goes far.
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