I got a Christmas bonus today. Cash in a Christmas card from the owners of the restaurant. It is the equivalent of a half day's pay but it touches me all the same as I work my ass off to see that people like their meal and that they come back. I mopped twice today. I'm so tired I could cry and I came home and opened my card while Dalton looked on. This is something because it's the first bonus I've earned myself in twenty years that wasn't related to doing work for Caleb or Batman. It's the first one that's all mine. No strings. No expectations. Nothing but joy and generosity.
I feel a little bad for lecturing the manager today on the most efficient way to clean the windows.
But only a little. Maybe he put extra cash in afterwards because he knew I was right.
I feel a little bad for lecturing the manager today on the most efficient way to clean the windows.
But only a little. Maybe he put extra cash in afterwards because he knew I was right.