I love parties.
The food. The toasts. The conversation. I love all of it.
Today, at work we raised a glass in honor of a much loved and appreciated member of our team. She’s moving on to do a different job but will always remain a part of our work.
Typically, at these get togethers I like being fully involved in whatever’s happening. Folks are dancing – I like dancing. Telling jokes – I like sharing. Politics, religion, current affairs, music, television, movies, literature…I can put a good shine on whatever the group is waxing.
But, today, after having a private moment with the colleague that I’ll miss dearly – I found myself wanting to spend more time in our company kitchen.
Some other co-workers had brought in snacks, made eggplant parm and meatballs, picked up incredible cookies from the North End. The Founders of our company each gave a toast. Our team coordinator put together a perfect playlist.
And, there alone in the kitchen, I saw how I could contribute, too.
The stacks of dirty glasses, sheet pans, and the half-loaded dishwasher all needed attention. So, I lovingly gave them mine.
Cleaning as the party goes is something I’m accustomed to doing at home and at the homes of my dearest friends and family…but I can’t remember if I’ve ever extended the same courtesy at work.
Maybe I have, but at least now I know for sure.