I’m writing this after a regular day that isn’t in a regular week.
Nothing’s off about this. Today at end of business I was at about twenty-one hours for the week.
Yes. It’s Monday.
Reset weeks are where you see what the people around you can do and a little of what they think of you.
I have people I consider friends at my stores. I watch out for them. They watch out for me.
When I walk into a store on a Monday and some of the resets are already done because “we know you’re doing this by yourself,” it touches me.
I’m just a vendor. But I like to think of myself as part of the store. I spend a great deal of my time with these folks. They are my every day.
Days like today prove to me that I am a part of the store.
A couple of weeks ago, when I ended up in the ER, the day I came back, the store manager brought me to her office and had a word with me. She wanted to know why she had to find out second-hand that I had to go to the hospital from work. She had called and checked on me while I was out. She was genuinely concerned about me. Again, I was touched. It’s unusual for a vendor to even be thought of in passing by management.
As much as I would love to move on some days, I would miss the camaraderie. I would miss being a small part of their lives.
I think it’s because all of us affect other people for good or bad. I like to think that, for the most part, I affect the people around me for good. I try to lead without leading. I have a lead by example mentality. When it’s my team, I put in the extra and let them see me doing it. And in most of the ones that have been under me, it shows.
I watch the people around me, and they change me as well. I adopt good habits from them. I watch how kind they can be when they have absolutely no reason to be.
It’s good for me, the work thing. I hope it’s good for them as well.
And would it be a Monday without a bit of hiccup?
I ain’t even mad. How can you be mad at worn-out rubber? It has served its purpose. I definitely got my money’s worth.
Tomorrow will be a little longer because of a pit stop for new tires. All of them are worn enough to replace. I practically live on the road.
It’s money well spent to come home alive.
Maybe this makes sense.
Maybe this is just tired me rambling.
That’s it. That’s the post.