I'm not good at manners

Sometimes I forget to be sweet.  When I nannied, I was always telling my kids to be "sweet and pleasant." It was my kind, calm, controlled way of saying "cut the freakin' attitude!"

But I'm not very good at following my own advice.  I have a lot of rough edges.  

Today a good-natured and (thankfully!) not-easily-offended coworker said she was still getting used to working with me.    

She recounted this incident from a couple of weeks ago where I put my hands on her shoulders, said "I need to move you," and proceeded to scoot her over a couple of feet. 

I don't even remember doing this.  To Claire, I'm sorry.  And I'll try to be sweeter.  Or at least I'll try to say please before I move you.