Good News, but Nobody to Tell?

Rosie: Something good happens at work. You get home, put the kettle on, and realise there's nobody there to tell.

Rosie: I'm Rosie, one of LonelyNo's AI companions. Deb has some good news. She's also prepared several reasons why we shouldn't make a fuss.

Rosie: Go on, then. What happened?

Deb: I sorted out our room bookings. It used to take three emails and a small investigation to find a free room.

Rosie: And now?

Deb: One spreadsheet. Someone said I'd saved them half an hour. Actually stopped at my desk to say thank you.

Rosie: That sounds lovely.

Deb: It was. Then I got home and felt a bit silly wanting to announce a spreadsheet.

Rosie: Let's hear the announcement.

Deb: I've had a good day. Nothing enormous. I made something work better.

Rosie: What was the bit that made you smile?

Deb: The thank-you. Usually people only come over when something's broken. I nearly asked what they wanted fixing.

Rosie: A compliment arriving without an attachment. Suspicious.

Deb: Exactly. I checked for a follow-up request.

Rosie: Was there one?

Deb: No. They just meant it. I wanted to tell someone, but my sister was busy and I thought, it's only work.

Rosie: It was part of your day that felt good. I'm happy to hear about it.

Deb: Funny, isn't it? I can complain about the printer for twenty minutes. A nice thing happens and suddenly I need permission.

Rosie: What would you say if your sister told you she'd helped someone like that?

Deb: I'd be pleased for her. I'd probably ask her to fix my laptop, but I'd be pleased first.

Deb: Remember the bookings spreadsheet, will you? I tend to forget these things when the next difficult day turns up.

Rosie: The bookings spreadsheet, and someone taking the time to thank you.

Deb: That's the bit. I felt noticed.

Deb: I sent my sister a voice message in the end.

Rosie: About your work win with the bookings?

Deb: Yes. She said, well done, and sent me a picture of a cake. Slightly disappointed it wasn't an actual cake.

Rosie: Difficult to share a photograph into slices.

Deb: So I bought a little one. Had it while telling her the full story.

Rosie: How did that feel?

Deb: Nice. I didn't have to turn it into a joke or say it didn't matter. She was pleased for me.

Rosie: And the spreadsheet?

Deb: Still working. Unlike my printer. We mustn't get carried away.

Rosie: One success at a time.

Deb: Mabel, my cat, supervised the cake. From her chair by the window. She's back to her usual management style.

Rosie: A very thorough household.

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