There's no crying at work

Embarrassing moment confession of the week. Or rather of LAST week.

Last Friday was a really quiet day in the office. I was sitting at my desk reading blogs and Whitney posted a video that made me cry. I was crying so much in fact that I had to keep stopping, pausing the video and collecting myself. But finally I decided that I just needed to finish watching the video (it is good, I promise). So I watched it longer than usual, stopping only because I had tears rolling down my cheeks. (I know, I know, I'm a huge cry baby.)

Right as I try to collect myself-- knowing that my cheeks are probably a little tear stained, and I know my skin is probably blotchy red (because it does that when I cry), and my eyes were still definitely watery-- the really really good looking intern in my office walks up to my desk to ask me a few questions. All I wanted to do was laugh and explain (because I'm an over explainer like my mother) but he left as soon as the questions were answered and vacated the vicinity of my desk. Oops! That's what I get for taking a break from work and procrastinating!

It also reminds me of a time from my mission when we all went around the circle saying what we liked about a missionary who was leaving and I started crying because I was going to miss her. When we were all done going around the room one of the elders said to me, "Wow Sister Richey, you look like you just got dumped!" (He was really tactful... nope.) But, I ran to the mirror to see great mascara streaks all the way down my face. (Luckily there was no mascara with the intern incident.)