After 13 years together I though I new everything there is to know about Mr. Johnson. I thought I new him inside out and I could tell you exactly what he thinks before he even thinks it. I was missing a crucial piece.
He's neat.
I never, ever, never noticed this before. Really, not even once did I think, wow, he's a touch tidy. We've never had a conversation about mess. I've never picked up his dirty clothes, never mentioned that he needed to move something off the kitchen counter, never suggested that he needs to pick-up his junk.
Everyday I type at his desk(his chair has lumbar support). His post-it notes are perfectly square, his pens and pencils are always in their canister, his bids and proposals are organized, and get this, I don't think he's ever missed a deadline in his life.
He tells me yesterday that for 10 years he's been taking my dirty dishes that I leave scattered around his perfectly organized desk and putting them in the dishwasher downstairs. How much do I love this man?!
I bet you can guess his field of work based solely on this post.
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