In my November 8 post titled "Hello, Psycho Pregnancy Symptoms," I showed disdain for a new co-worker who had "stolen" my parking space. Well, those of you who were concerned on whether or not I got my parking space back, you'll be glad to know that all is better in the parking universe ... but it came with me embarrassing myself.
Let me start by saying that some people I work with knew how losing the space gave me anxiety. And the reason they knew is because they too noticed an impostor in my spot and asked me how I felt about it. I responded by referring them to this blog. However, no one dared say anything because the new guy is in fact a very nice guy.
I thought about humorously sharing my psycho, irrational pregnancy symptoms with the new guy to hint at him about taking my spot. However, I just couldn't muster up the courage because I know how ridiculous it all sounds. Then, my sweet, supportive husband was even willing to go to Kroger and steal one of the "Expecting Mom" parking signs and put it in my space. While I really appreciated the gesture, I did not want to have to bail him out of jail.
I got to the point where I accepted defeat, but then came time for my work Christmas party. Randy kept telling me he was going to jokingly say something to the new guy. At first I was ok with the idea but as time got closer, I begged him to just leave it be.
When we were at the party, I didn't introduce Randy to the new guy for fear he would say something. But I later noticed Randy talking and laughing with him and his girlfriend, and I was sure he said something. However, when we left the party, Randy said he didn't say anything.
So, when I got to work the following Monday, my parking spot was free and the new guy was parking in another co-worker's spot who was out for surgery. I immediately texted Randy and asked if he had said anything and he responded "love you," which I took as meaning "yes."
Therefore, I felt it was my duty to thank the new guy for relinquishing the space. I approached him and told him I was mortified that my husband said anything, but I appreciated my parking spot back. He responded, "I've been taking your parking spot? Your husband didn't say a thing to me." After turning 30 shades of red, I then had to share my silliness with him, and thankfully he laughed and said "I totally get why you love that spot."
It is amazing how much more balanced I feel during the work day now. I should have listened to Randy from the beginning and just talked to the new guy when all of this started. After all, who is really going to want to argue or upset a pregnant woman?