A friend was extremely happy yesterday. His request to transfer to another department in the company was finalized. He’s officially in the new department as of March 3rd.
We were supposed to transfer together but I changed my mind.
When I learned about the news, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous. Okay. Maybe not that tiny.
I was mad at myself for a minute or two. I questioned myself – did I make the right choice? Did I just blew a good job offer?
For a while, I couldn’t answer those questions. All I know was that my fingers were dialing away another friend’s phone extension to ask him out for lunch. Along the conversation, he asked if I need him to lend his ears – which I denied almost immediately while maintaining my cool. He laughed - accusingly. Darn. What the heck, he just nailed it and I finally admitted accompanied by polite curses while he continued laughing. How did he get to be so good at this?
While I waited for his royal highness to show up for lunch, I kept thinking about that particular friend (who transferred). I just don’t understand why I’m feeling all these when I should be happy for him. In fact, I have not felt anything but glad that he managed to get away from his former department for as long as I could remember. So what’s with the pang of jealousy?
I had to fix this. I texted him and asked if he would like to join us for lunch.
I knew it was the right thing to do because the moment I saw him, I couldn’t help but feel happy for him. Truly happy. He is after all, a good friend of mine and we have shared a substantial amount of ups, downs, gossips and such.
I was being silly. Really.
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