Are you that person?

Bambi985

There's always that person that replies to your "goodbye" email when you're leaving a job with the loveliest, most thoughtful and kind response ever. Or that person that takes you aback with an unexpected compliment, something really observant of a character trait of yours or something small you did that went unnoticed to everyone else.

Or that person that nods encouragingly when you make eye contact while you're giving a work presentation, or that person who remembers to send you a birthday card every year despite the fact that they may not get one in return. Or that person that brings homemade brownies into the office. Or that person that you later learn stepped in to defend you during a conversation that was being had about you behind your back.

You know, "that person". The one who makes a point of being kind and lovely, even though it will often go unnoticed and it's often easier to just not bother. I think a lot of the time most of us are too busy or too not arsed to be that person.

When is the last time you were that person?

corner of hells

It's probably cause they want your cubby hole or shelf in the fridge in work.

RacoonQueen

It's nice to be nice.

Bambi985

corner of hells wrote: »

It's probably cause they want your cubby hole or shelf in the fridge in work.

Don't have either!

Earl _of _Sandwich

I made a coffee and then filled up the coffee machine with water for the next person.

aujopimur

Are you a hottie?.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

I'm usually full of compliments when I'm goofed off my mallet on strong painkillers. They make me really nice. My best friend always knows when I've taken them even over text because I'm so nice.

Lady is a tramp

I'm actually really ridiculously nice in those kind of ways. It means the world to me when people do even the smallest little things, and it only feels right to do the same in return. And multiply them by a million when necessary. Cause as someone said above - it's nice to be nice! Passing it on etc.

seachto7

Why do people send "goodbye" emails at work...

neonsofa

seachto7 wrote: »

Why do people send "goodbye" emails at work...

When leaving the job...?

Ciderswigger

LexieOnRale wrote: »

... goofed off my mallet...

Haha. This is going to be my new favourite phrase!

Donnielighto

seachto7 wrote: »

Why do people send "goodbye" emails at work...

We get them regularly for people leaving whove been here a while.

Myself, usually organise stuff, bake things to bring in, do homemade ice-cream. Help when I'm quiet in work and do stuff like that, always coding excel shortcuts for people too.

Lady is a tramp

Everyone in my life gets Crunchies on a Friday. Usually left secretly if at all possible, I go to ridiculous lengths in that regard, to leave them on peoples' beds while they're asleep or on their desks etc.

I bring posh cookies and Haribo Tangtastics and lollipops and new clean Penneys underwear and tonnes of ladies clothes to alcohol treatment centres, cos I've woken up in those places clothes-less and penniless multiple times, and it's only sound. Also make-up and nice toiletries, actually I think the ladies love to see me coming, I'm that strange stranger who comes bearing nice things!

I can't go shopping without buying tiny little cheap-but-meaningful presents for my nearest and dearest, and usually have to post them in case I die before I see them again. Morbid but true!

I'm reading the above and thinking, Christ you're a weirdo. A nice weirdo all the same, I'd like to think!

Lorelli!

About a year ago I was in the pub and my oh wanted to sit at the bar. He was chatting away to people and on my side there was a man who is about mid forties and I know him to see but never spoke to him. He always sits at the bar alone. Anyway I started talking to him and he ended up opening up about how he'd lost his wife and child in a car crash years ago who were in another country at the time. Obviously youd never get over that but he is in a happy relationship with someone now. He said to me later that it was really nice to be able to talk about it and have a stranger really listen.

Also someone was that person to me recently when I was upset about something. They were trying to cheer me up and it reminded me of when you're a kid and you fall and hurt yourself and someone says stuff to you to try to make you laugh

Lady is a tramp

Donnielighto wrote: »

Myself, usually organise stuff, bake things to bring in, do homemade ice-cream. Help when I'm quiet in work and do stuff like that, always coding excel shortcuts for people too.

Oh I do that too! I'm surprisingly clever at IT stuff, particularly Excel. And financial software in general. No one expects it from me, I'm the blondest brunette I know.

I also volunteer at lots of sporting events etc, particularly for charity. Like marshalling/timekeeping etc.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

Sometimes if there's a little kid in front of me in the shop buying a rake of stuff and the shopkeeper has to tell them they don't have enough I'll pay whatever they're short. I'd hate for people in my life to know that though my rep would be ruined.

Lady is a tramp

LexieOnRale wrote: »

Sometimes if there's a little kid in front of me in the shop buying a rake of stuff and the shopkeeper has to tell them they don't have enough I'll pay whatever they're short. I'd hate for people in my life to know that though my rep would be ruined.

LOL Lexie I'm like you! If people in real life knew I was that sound my reputation would be in shreds, I'd only admit it here, and I'm even uncomfortable at that. Why the feck is that!

retro:electro

I sent an e mail to most of my lecturers when I finished college, thanking them for being amazing and truly inspiring me. I had some fantastic lectures and they were amazing people. I just wanted them to know. I'm aware that sounds a bit sickening and lick arsey- but I had a sh!t time at school. My teachers disliked me as I was a bit of a messer in 1st year, but even when I copped on to myself, I could never shed the feeling that they just didn't like me and so didn't bother much with me. My college lecturers made me believe in myself again, as silly as that sounds.

I sent a thank you card to the vet who took care of my dog before he died. She was so lovely to him, and to me. She knew my heart was breaking and she cared for him so dearly and I'll never forget that.

In college we used to give presentations in a seminar, and some marks would go towards our ability to answer questions from other students at the end. One girl made a complete bags of her presentation. Half the slides were missing and she was just so nervous and her presentation made no sense. When it came for the time to ask questions, nobody would ask her anything because nobody had a bollix what she was on about. I remember feeling so bad for her that I put up my hand and asked her the dumbest, most obvious question that made me look like a fool- people even laughed at me, but she answered it and got her marks.

In general I'd like to think I'm the kind of person who supports the underdog, and within reason, I'll always find a way to try and defend someone who finds themselves in a troubling situation.

pilly

I always help out young lads who've just started working with sorting out their tax and banking etc.

Think it's because I've got 2 sons myself.

neonsofa

anna080 wrote: »

In college we used to give presentations in a seminar, and some marks would go towards our ability to answer questions from other students at the end. One girl made a complete bags of her presentation. Half the slides were missing and she was just so nervous and her presentation made no sense. When it came for the time to ask questions, nobody would ask her anything because nobody had a bollix what she was on about. I remember feeling so bad for her that I put up my hand and asked her the dumbest, most obvious question that made me look like a fool- people even laughed at me, but she answered it and got her marks.

.

You win! I hate those presentations!

Bambi985

Lady is a tramp wrote: »

Everyone in my life gets Crunchies on a Friday. Usually left secretly if at all possible, I go to ridiculous lengths in that regard, to leave them on peoples' beds while they're asleep or on their desks etc.

You sound completely lovely and I'm totally stealing this. Can we be friends?

Lorelli! wrote: »

About a year ago I was in the pub and my oh wanted to sit at the bar. He was chatting away to people and on my side there was a man who is about mid forties and I know him to see but never spoke to him. He always sits at the bar alone. Anyway I started talking to him and he ended up opening up about how he'd lost his wife and child in a car crash years ago who were in another country at the time. Obviously youd never get over that but he is in a happy relationship with someone now. He said to me later that it was really nice to be able to talk about it and have a stranger really listen.

It's amazing how the smallest things can mean so much to someone. You're just there babbling away to some stranger not thinking much of it but to that person it could actually be saving their life that day.

I get a bit emotional when I think of those times in life when I was feeling completely lost in a social situation or just a bit down or alone and someone went out of their way to talk to me. They might have sensed I was a bit out of place or was on my own or feeling uncomfortable. When they really didn't have to and no-one was going to thank them for it. It's really telling of someone's character I think.

Donald Trump

corner of hells wrote: »

It's probably cause they want your cubby hole or shelf in the fridge in work.

I honestly misread that initially as

corner of hells wrote: »

It's probably cause they want your chubby hole

Cee-Jay-Cee

OP are they all the same person?

Lady is a tramp

Lady is a tramp wrote: »

I bring posh cookies and Haribo Tangtastics and lollipops and new clean Penneys underwear and tonnes of ladies clothes to alcohol treatment centres, cos I've woken up in those places clothes-less and penniless multiple times, and it's only sound. Also make-up and nice toiletries, actually I think the ladies love to see me coming, I'm that strange stranger who comes bearing nice things!

Just reading the above and like, I travel Dublin-Laois-Kildare-Sligo multiple times a week .... anyone who has similar donations, particularly secondhand clothes, I'd be only too happy to deliver. They'll be happily received, and I'll collect anywhere en route!

I buy as much as I can myself, but I'm unemployed and funds are short. So secondhand stuff will be very very welcome.

Beasty

I really don't know....


... I've never left a job since they invented e-mail

The Bishop Basher

I'm a bollix but I married "that person" and her loveliness more than makes up for me..

Avatar MIA

LexieOnRale wrote: »

Sometimes if there's a little kid in front of me in the shop buying a rake of stuff and the shopkeeper has to tell them they don't have enough I'll pay whatever they're short.

This I do, hasn't happened in a while though, probably because (I just realise) I don't do the grocery shopping.

Sinister Kid

corner of hells wrote: »

It's probably cause they want your cubby hole or shelf in the fridge in work.

I read that as chubby hole.

neonsofa

Sinister Kid wrote: »

I read that as chubby hole.

Same!

I know I do my best in life and that's good enough for me.

neverever1

I'm the nicest person in the world.

Bambi985

Bambi985 wrote: »

There's always that person that replies to your "goodbye" email when you're leaving a job with the loveliest, most thoughtful and kind response ever. Or that person that takes you aback with an unexpected compliment, something really observant of a character trait of yours or something small you did that went unnoticed to everyone else.

Or that person that nods encouragingly when you make eye contact while you're giving a work presentation, or that person who remembers to send you a birthday card every year despite the fact that they may not get one in return. Or that person that brings homemade brownies into the office. Or that person that you later learn stepped in to defend you during a conversation that was being had about you behind your back.

You know, "that person". The one who makes a point of being kind and lovely, even though it will often go unnoticed and it's often easier to just not bother. I think a lot of the time most of us are too busy or too not arsed to be that person.

When is the last time you were that person?

I though people like that annoyed the pants off the members of boards. Well AH anyway

Nervous Wreck

I try to pay someone different a compliment each day. I forget a lot but when I remember, it really makes people smile.

If I think someone has done something well, or is just a nice person, I'll say it straight out.

If I think someone has let themselves down, or is an asshole, I'll say it straight out.

It saves so much hassle.

OldMrBrennan83

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Butterface

It's definitely not effortless on my part, but I do occasionally do the whole "be grand" thing and try to make junior colleagues feel better if they've fecked something up. We have some horrible team members who go out of their way to make them feel worse.

The OP could be a description of one of my friends. She's truly lovely.

Alf Veedersane

I've asked "You ok, hun xoxo" on Facebook on a couple of occasions when someone seemed peed off because I like to make the world a better place.

So, yes.

Junkyard Tom

I'm fucking great me.

Avatar MIA

Alf Veedersane wrote: »

I've asked "You ok, hun xoxo"

A little part of me dies when I see that posted.

Just so you know.

Alf Veedersane

Avatar MIA wrote: »

A little part of me dies when I see that posted.

Just so you know.

Xoxo

team_actimel

I always make it my mission to really listen to others' stories and see their faces light up when they know they're really being listened to.

Too many crap listeners out there who interrupt or are just waiting for you to finish talking so they can talk.

Wardling

I taught I was a nice person then I read this thread...gotta up my game. The simple things like holding a door open or helping someone up the stairs with a buggy don't seem to cut the mustard anymore.

Alf Veedersane

Wardling wrote: »

I taught I was a nice person then I read this thread...gotta up my game. The simple things like holding a door open or helping someone up the stairs with a buggy don't seem to cut the mustard anymore.

You ok, hun xoxo

team_actimel

Wardling wrote: »

I taught I was a nice person then I read this thread...gotta up my game. The simple things like holding a door open or helping someone up the stairs with a buggy don't seem to cut the mustard anymore.

The 'hold the door openers' are the best kind of people. You sound nice

Wardling

Alf Veedersane wrote:

You ok, hun xoxo

I don't want to talk about it

Wardling

team_actimel wrote:

The 'hold the door openers' are the best kind of people. You sound nice

Simple manners go a long way.

Alf Veedersane

Wardling wrote: »

I don't want to talk about it

It's ok. Everyone thinks I give a sh*t now so my work here is done.

I'm probably the bestest, goodest, nicest person that ever lived, but I don't like to boast and stuff. :P

I think I'm okay. I'm considerate, I believe in small acts of kindness and paying them forward when they're done for me. I don't rile or anger easily and I'm patient when I need to be.

Earthhorse

Though I don't really see myself that way, one friend described me as really warm and welcoming to newcomers and another, when returning to Australia, thanked me for being the one who really welcomed her into the group.

So I guess I am that person sometimes but it's usually not terribly on purpose.

Katgurl

Sometimes I'm that person.

I don't think it means you're remarkably nice. I think it's when you can relate to what someone else is experiencing and feel strong empathy due to yoir own personal experiences.

Teddington Cuddlesworth

I find reading all of this very funny.

I'm a very spiteful, cynical person that doesn't understand the point of being overly nice to people that you know, but don't like.

I recently proposed to the lady of my dreams and she is everything that I'm not. What makes it worse is that she's rubbed off on me. I'm now doing all of this stuff. I'm leaving nice things as a surprise for people I'm not particularly fond of. I'm going out of my way in the morning to buy Friday treats for the general population.