I was at work, doing my thing, and a thought just popped into my head.
I have nothing to complain about at work. People treat me with respect. In fact people who have been seeing me four years still treat me with respect. And that’s something. The work isn’t hard at all, but to be honest, it’s annoying and irrataing and gets in the way of my breaks and talking all day to the soldiers.
IDK about anybody else but when I lied about my age on the application to get my first job as a dishwasher at age 17, I was making $2.65 an hour which was minimum wage. Now, I make $15.00 an hour and for the work I do, that is plenty. In fact, to me, it’s so good that I literally feel guilty when I see my paycheck every two weeks, it seems too much to pay me for what I actually do.
But hell, I’m not twisting their arm or anything, if they want to pay me that, who am I to say no?
But yeah, the women are great, the men are cool. Today, they were having classes and lectures all day which meant tons of strangers but it was cool, I walked through bunches of people all day, and got a few smiles from cute 30 year old women, and it was kind of dicey with the men, a few looks, some friendly, some not. But mostly friendly.
But yeah, I was exhausted all day but I was thinking about some of the people in the building. When I went through a crisis three years ago and I thought everybody hated me for a year there were still a few people who must have guessed I felt that way and they made a point of being friendly to me. It took me way too long to realize they were sincere and not just acting. I really appreciated it and it helped me to pull out of my slump and feel liked again.
There’s a guy upstairs who has always been kind to me. He sees me once a week when I empty trash or vacuum. I have been waiting for a year now for the shoe to drop and I expected him to start treating me bad but I realize that he is a genuine nice guy who has no immature, insecure need to treat me badly. And I can think of quite a few others like that. Some of the people there are just cool like that. It’s not an act, they don’t want anything from me. And my parents raised me well, so I am naturally polite and friendly back.
Don’t get me started on the people I hate there.
But yeah, I just stumbled onto this job like I have for a few others where I just click and the universe and the stars align and so many things are right about this job.