I came into work blue mad. I was in the back frowning, silently cursing and doing my job. Everyone was ignoring me—of course that's only natural, I was being pretty bitchy. One of my co-workers was there in the back, just me and him. He hooked up his phone to the radio/player thing to play his tunes and one of the first songs he played was a favourite of mine: Little Spanish Flea. Well, I smiled and I was instantly cheered. I thanked him and told him I felt better and he gave me one of his rare, beaming smiles and said: "That's what I was trying to do." Just when you think no one really gives a f*** about how you feel, someone shows they care in their own little way. —Cranky Co-worker