What’s your Work Love/Appreciation Language?
Back when I got paid to get out of bed on Mondays, I heard through the human resources grapevine about the Love Test, in which Gary Chapman’s “Five Love Languages” theory was adapted to workplace “appreciation” training. This was, naturally, HR’s fault. After decades in the human resources trenches, I knew everyone hates HR because…well, because they’re HR. Sadly, many human resources executives cling to the cherished illusion that employees can be trained to appreciate each other (by which they mean, of course, appreciate HR). In fact, however, employees reserve all their appreciation for only two things—money, and being left alone. (Or three things if your company has Donut Day.)
Still, never let it be said that I was unwilling to do my part to further scientific research. After careful preparation, I was ready to take the Love Test. The only free version was for couples, but their literature pointed out that the same theory applies to couples relationships (“love”) and to the workplace (“appreciation”).
Apparently, there are five areas of Love/Appreciation Languages:
A: receiving gifts
B: quality time
C: words of affirmation
D: acts of service
E: physical touch
The test itself was…bad. Have you ever taken one of those would-you-rather scenario quizzes? (“Would you rather be stranded forever alone on a desert island with no internet, or in a Bergdorf’s dressing room with Donald Trump?”) Well, this was worse.
Question: It’s more meaningful to me when…
A: I receive a loving note/text/email for no special reason from my loved one.
C: my partner surprises me with a gift.
E: my partner and I hug.
It goes on and on like that. And on. The only ones I could answer definitively were the ones that mentioned presents, or the ones where somebody does stuff for me.
My Results: According to the results, the love languages I speak fluently are Receiving Gifts and Acts of Service. Apparently, I’m really, really good at getting presents and getting other people to do stuff for me, but I suck at providing quality time, and physical touch is a complete no-go. On the plus side, for 99% of workplaces, that pretty much keeps me out of trouble and out of jail. Apparently, I rock the Work Love/Appreciation Test. Who knew?
If I was rewriting the test, of course, I might channel a more meaningful set of love/appreciation languages. Some that come to mind are:
Coffee. Not only does it always make me feel better, but it’s love language that’s legal, costs less than a hotel room with an hourly rate, and—even if it comes with pseudo-Italian names—it always, always works. It’s more meaningful to me when…
A: Receiving Gifts. My partner brings me coffee the way I like it, and tiptoes away making absolutely no noise whatsoever.
B: Quality Time. My partner does not expect interaction or even speech before that first coffee.
C: Words of Affirmation. My partner agrees it’s really more cost effective to make my coffee from specially imported beans which cost more per ounce than some illegal drugs. [NOTE: this is a stretch, so I’ll settle for the coffee delivered with minimal sotto voce grumbles.]
D: Acts of Service. My partner empties the coffee grounds into my special container for feeding my roses.
E: Physical Touch. My partner would never, ever consider touching me before, during, or immediately after I’m drinking coffee.
Medical Conditions. It’s more meaningful to me when…
A: Receiving Gifts. My partner goes out and buys me the extra-absorbent sanitary pads after my surgery even if it means asking the pharmacist for advice.
B: Quality Time. My partner looks up all my symptoms on Google and spends hours discussing the ways they might kill me.
C: Words of Affirmation. My partner claims not to notice any stretch marks from my (4) pregnancies.
D: Acts of Service. My partner puts the sock on my foot when my knee doesn’t want to bend.
E: Physical Touch. My partner brings me the cat.
Social Media. It’s more meaningful to me when…
A: Receiving Gifts. My partner never forwards anything from Facebook–not a meme, not a kitten video, not even a birthday announcement.
B: Quality Time. My partner doesn’t stalk old girlfriends on social media. (I’m not sure he would know how.)
C: Words of Affirmation. My partner pretends to believe I thought up the jokes I heard on Facebook, and even laughs.
D: Acts of Service. (see C: above, except my partner laughs really hard)
E: Physical Touch. My partner is boycotting Facebook until they add a WTF button.
How about you? What would your love language be?
Obviously, every set of friends and/or lovers makes their own. For example:
Family as Love Language.
A: Receiving Gifts. I smile because they are my family. I laugh because there’s nothing they can do about it.
B: Quality Time. A mother proves she’s indispensable when she tries to spend five minutes alone in the bathroom.
C: Words of Affirmation. “If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you’ll be going, ‘you know, we’re alright. We are dang near royalty.’” ~ Jeff Foxworthy
D: Acts of Service.“There are only two things a child will share willingly; communicable diseases and its mother’s age.” — Benjamin Spock
E: Physical Touch. No vacation where family members ever have to sit next to each other could possibly end well.
And finally, a category that has become all-important over my years:
Galentines, the found-family and friends who make my life whole.
A. Receiving Gifts. A good friend brings you grapes in the hospital. A great friend brings you fermented grapes in a bottle. A Galentine sits on the hospital bed with you, shares the bottle, and assures you that you’ve never looked better.
B: Quality Time. A good friend yells at your bully. A great friend fights by your side. A Galentine tells you, “Stay down. I’ve got this…”
C: Words of Affirmation. A good friend calls you in jail and gives you the name of a good lawyer. A great friend bails you out. A Galentine sits in the next cell and says, “That was fun. It reminds me of the time we…”
D: Acts of Service. When you show up with a dead body, a good friend offers words of comfort. A great friend knows where to bury it. And a Galentine just grabs a shovel, points to their cheek to show where you missed a spot of blood, and brings a bottle of wine to commemorate all the body’s poor choices that led to them being the cause of your celebration.
E: Physical Touch. When you part, a good friend kisses your cheek. A great friend hugs you goodbye. A Galentine says, “Now that we got rid of those two losers, let’s break out the good chocolates and talk about them.”
Here’s wishing you a Valentine’s Day in your love language. And a special wish for all your Galentines ☕️❣️
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How original/fascinating/confussing/. . .would my proposed dinner-party tonight be with Barb as ‘guest of honour’!! If on ly!! The mind ogles. . .Tee hee. (Who can I sit her next to?) You’re a treasure, Barb. Cheers. Joy xx
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I’ll be there in spirit!
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Dear Barb, I had to go get a cup of coffee – my husband sets up the machine every night – before I read your post. I knew I’d be snorting some of it, though, as I read. Loved the post and your humor makes my day!
PS I got eggs and bacon for breakfast made by HUBS.
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Woohoo! Breakfast for the win. (And they say romance is dead😘)
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Yup and it came with coffee!
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I love these. I too worked in and with Human Resources. I was once at a party when someone asked what kind of work I did. I said Human Resources. They replied, “You look too human to be in Human Resources.” Those tests were hilarious. It didn’t take long and we figured out how to manipulate them. My favourite answer of yours is: Physical Touch. My partner brings me the cat. That is indeed true love!!
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I know what you mean. Once I asked the presenter if there was any scientifically or at least statistically valid research showing the validity of these “tests”. He gave me a delighted grin and uttered the immortal words, “Every workplace is our laboratory, and every employee is a test subject.” I swear I’m not making this up. My colleagues and I quoted this line to each other every time we had to make a decision.
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These were really good, Barb. The HR test questions are / were pretty terrible.
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I know what you mean. I’ve lived through many of these “tests”, all earnestly presented as if Moses brought them down from the mountain top inscribed on stone tablets.
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Haha!!
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so much better than the original! I never really fit well into a category anyway. once a group of friends did a home makeover of part of my house when I was traveling, long story and it was a crazy surprise and good thing, and one’s job was folding my underwear ) . special blessing for her I think.
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OMG! I don’t even like to have guests help with cleanup because I hate having to search for things that one of these helpers put away (in completely the wrong place). And don’t even get me started on the ick-factor of a helper refolding my underwear. [shudders]
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Barb, for ‘putting things in the wrong place’ I have my very own HERO HUSBAND
He is very tall, I’m really small (but make it up by also being really Rubenesque – again words of HH) and if he can’t be bothered to think or ask, I’ll find many items on the top (= empty) shelf of the cupboard…..
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oh beth; the ‘underwear folder’ job – goodness me! they certainly did a ‘thorough’ job, didn’t they!!!
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very -)
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Those original HR questions were…questionable. However, I must confess to never having heard of a galentine, but it brought to mind my mother’s galantines which were chicken in aspic. This led to some rather weird images in my head until I spotted the wrong vowel and checked the definitions. I think I may have to lie down in a dark room now. 🤣
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Our mothers’ generation has a lot to answer for. I mean—aspic. Who even said to themselves, “I know… Let’s take innocent ingredients and cover them in quivering slime. Who wouldn’t love that?”
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all this had me 1. of all, confused. A appreciation test (questionnaire) at work? Whatever next?! I had my fair share of HR failures and some real hits; mostly in the solarplexus….. One, a German head of HR was – somewhat unfortunately – called Scheinhütte which, of course, was immediately changed into S-hithütte (really not nice!), her predecessor was so good in ‘keeping in contact with employees’ that he had no work done at all and was never available in his office or on his phone, and got fired….. The ‘best’ ones I knew where 1. (UK) a formidable woman who took no b’s from anybody and being asked by me, why she didn’t get angry about something, told me with an evil smile: Kiki, I have one rule; Don’t get angry, get even and, 2. the woman at the ETH Zurich (Swiss Federal Institute of Technology) who employed me for the job with the words: You’d be working for the most difficult, complex and brilliant professor….. I took the job, loved (and loathed) it, I had no life for the next two years, but managed to get a new relationship going and left him after less than 2 yrs to follow my then future HH to England. Years later, I visited him once and he told me: I had many secretaries but you were my fave (no wonder, they probably had a life) – and he had found, after me, the bestest ever because she worked (then) still for him!!!
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oh, and about coffee: I have more ‘bonmots’ about coffee than you can imagine. Just some of the postcards in my kitchen (after my youngest sister died, her daughter and I kept up the delightful custom of sending each other funny, silly short cards and messages) show my love for really good coffee (in my case: Espresso, short, strong, dark, mind-blowing, excellent roast, in a HOT thick special espresso cup):
Coffee reaches places, where motivation never goes
Dear Monday, let us, first of all, drink coffee
and a whole ‘coffee prayer’, called Kaffeeunser (for the German Unser Vater prayer), and more……
but also: I love to cook with wine…. Sometimes I even put it in the food,
or the one I got from a much older dear and special friend: A cup of tea always makes everything seem better… TEA is code for WINE
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