So, I work at a drive-through coffee hut.
We use the bathroom at and get ice from the Chevron next door to us. I have a mad equivalent-to-a-customer-crush on one of the guys that works there.
Today, he told me that I looked nice (which he's never done before, which is why this is notable). But more than this being notable for my giggly 13-year-old-girl-crush, this is actually kind of awesome because today I did look nice, but I was wearing a long skirt, from Uganda, and a pretty normal/modest shirt, wearing no make-up, glasses, and had my hair plastered back with a head band and 12,000 bobby pins.
Now, I work 5+ days a week and don't have any uniform rules. I see Kyle probably 4 out of 5 of those days regularly. Which means I have come into work wearing anywhere from jeans and an extra large Giants sweatshirt to (more frequently) cute sun dresses. I occasionally have enough gumption in the morning to put on a full face of make-up or at least more than I had on today! Basically, I often try a helluv a lot harder than I did today and attempt to look a lot more predictably attractive than I did today (this is awful, but I make more money on days that I'm girled up. Sigh). But it was today, feeling natural and comfortable in my floor-length Africa skirt, apron, and blue t-shirt that I got my first compliment out of my friend.
I love how God does stuff like this. :)