He took three steps, looked up, saw me, paused, shook his head, turned and left. Later my supervisor walked through the door. It was the first time I had seen them smile in weeks. The next working day I hid from my co-workers, slipped into the costume, walked bravely to my desk, sat down, held my belly, and mocked Santa's chuckle, as they gathered around me laughing. A box of foam packing and strips of tape became Santa's beard and when taped to the hat, slipped over my head in one piece. In a back corner where packing material was kept, I used my imagination and cut thin, white sheets of cloth-like foam into strips and taped them around the cuffs and collar, down the front, and around the hem. I picked it up and turned it in my hands. While working a night shift, a red lab jacket attracted my attention. A miracle was needed to repair the damage caused by the announcements. Several co-workers would lose their jobs, and everyone was feeling low. I stood on the window ledge in various poses, created hats from paper and file-folders, made faces, played peek-a-boo by bouncing up from below the window ledge, stuck out my tongue, tossed paper planes in the air, and once went into the walkway over the street and danced while co-workers pointed to let my fans know I was there.Ĭhristmas approached, and job cuts were announced. I made signs: "Hi," "Hello," "Be Happy!" and posted them in the window and waved. It carried the same group every day, and they became by biggest fans.Īfter a while, waving became boring, so I devised ways to enhance my act. But my favourite was the transit bus from the docks that passed my window at 4:40pm. There was a man with a construction truck who would turn on his flashing-yellow light and return my wave, the carpool crowd, and the business lady with her children fresh from day care. It didn't take long to attract a following - a group of commuters who passed the window every day and looked up at the strange waving man. Late afternoon was the best time - rush hour traffic filled the overpass with cars and transit buses, and providing lots of waving material for the end-of-day routine. They would stand from view, watch the reactions I received, and laugh along. The strange looks made me laugh and stress was washed away.Ĭo-workers began to take an interest. When things were slow, I would stand in the window and wave at the passengers who looked up. It was the beginning of a year of window antics. Naturally, I waved.Ī chuckle escaped my lips as she turned and tried to identify me. I was standing by one of those windows one day when a woman in a passing car looked up and made eye contact. Many years ago I worked in an office with large windows facing a busy overpass. Positive Featured Inspirational Story - January 1 to JanuThe Happiest Day Of My Life
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