These co-workers of mine, you guys. What a group.
In this piece I wrote not long after switching jobs, I described how hardworking they are while noting their commitment to reporting news accurately, thoroughly and honestly.
Little did I know that they’re also committed to helping me stay sober.
“How are they doing that, Tony?” you’re probably asking yourself. “You’ve only known most of these people since the end of February. Did somebody in the office come across your powerful, triumphant, incredibly moving story of giving up booze and tell the rest of the crew how special you are?”
Well, thanks for the kind words first of all, but really, I’m just a man who breathes the same air as you and puts on his purple velvet pants one leg at a time just like every other person.
As much as I’d like to believe that my co-workers, and everybody else with an internet connection, are dedicated Raleigh & Company readers, I am honestly not sure how the folks with whom I share an office knew that I’m a recovering alcoholic. All I know is that they know, and they are looking out for my best interests.
Here’s how thoughtful these people are: I’ve been working at this job since Feb. 27 and do you know how many times I’ve been invited out for a drink?
Zero, that’s how many.
They are so concerned with possibly triggering my addiction that they disobey their natural instincts and refuse to ask if I want to join them after work for a beer. Their focus on helping me stay sober is so sharp that they somehow resist my obvious charm and likability when they make plans for what to do when the shift ends.
I get emotional just thinking about how my co-workers are putting my needs before theirs and now seems like a perfect time and this seems like a perfect place to thank them for understanding how a quitting time trip to the bar might be too much temptation for me to fight.
So, thank you, gang. You’re the best. Raise a glass (of O’Douls)!