Friday, February 15, 2013

Why I think I have found my poof

I wrote before about looking for the "poof": that letting go of the thing that has irked you or the person who has wronged you, and how simple it sounds in theory, and how hard it is in practice. Well I am here to say, Internet, I think I have found my poof! 

Or, at least my work poof, which is really where 90% of my daily annoyances come from, anyway. My company shares an office with another company. We see each other in passing and in the common areas, but other than that, we have very little to do with each other. Recently I've started going on lunchtime walks with a woman who works for the other company. The first time we went, we spent the hour talking about our jobs, our bosses, and our coworkers, as you do. After we had walked and talked for an hour she said, "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind me venting about all this." Mind? 

"Um, no..." I said. "Actually, it's perfect."

While it would be a terrible idea to vent about one coworker to another coworker, or about your boss to anyone else in the company, the fact that we work for different companies, with different coworkers and different bosses, means our secrets are safe with each other. Plus, while we're talking we're also exercising and burning off steam. It's literally the perfect situation for a poof. I get back to the office feeling lighter, breezier, and if not exactly ready to tackle the rest of the afternoon, at least not dreading it quite so much. While it's not something I had planned on, I am so, so happy to have found my partner in poof.     


  1. Oh yay! Camaraderie! I'm glad you found your poof. (And can I say, I knew exactly what you meant before I even read this. Which is why we are cool internet friends.)

    I've been so bad at reading blogs lately--two kiddos will do that to you I suppose. So I was pumped to come back to much to read from you.

  2. Ugh, I'm so jealous...

    I recently started working at this company where everyone else has been there for at least 5 years. Most up to 10-15 years. So far I get along with everyone, but seems like because I'm new I've somehow become everyone else's... well, poof. This puts me in an awkward position when I, myself, don't trust people yet to be able to have a poof of my own.

    Everyone is generally nice, but they frequently take subtle jabs at others when they are not there and expect me to agree, and all I can do is shrug since I really don't have anything against anyone to actually back them up.

    I guess, since I'm new and have arrived with a more objective perspective, they expect some validation... but in my eyes all those little complains are trivial.

    Well, I guess this little comment box has become my own little semi-poof.

  3. I had no idea what the hell a poof was until now, i just thought they were those fuzzy little balls in the craft store (i'm big on crafts you know)

  4. This is a very good idea! I love it.

  5. Brilliant idea! Sometimes you just have to vent and let it go rather than trying to just magically let it go.