(If you read here, yesterday, feel free to skip this lengthy explanation.  Cause it’s the same.  Unless you would like to be astounded again today by my writing genius.  Your call…) Here’s the thing. I am lame.  I like to do lame things that make me feel good.  One of those things is do something nice for people randomly and out of the blue when I feel like they did something cool. If I was rich, I would love to be the kind of person who was like “You are awesome.  Here’s a new car.”  But I am not, so it usually looks like this “You are awesome.  Here’s a coffee/card/mug/baking”. It’s almost as good as a new car. And the truth is that it probably makes me more happy than the person(s) that I give it to, because for whatever reason it makes me all warm and fuzzy to point out to people that they rock.  So you can think I’m really nice, but I’m mostly still being a little selfish. I can spend a LOT of time focusing on why people suck.  And I think that our society is quick to write letters of complaint about employees who are incompetent or speak to the manager when we are mad about the service, but when do we ever do the opposite – speak up when someone does something great?  Hardly ever.  At least I don’t. So I TRY to go out of my way and tell people that they are amazing that day.  I say try because it was a conscious…