There have been days, many days, in the last few weeks where I have nearly walked out, or at least walked away from my job with no intention of returning. Days when I thought I would collapse from either heartbreak or exhaustion. Or both. Adding injury to insult, today I hobbled to and fro, after gruesomely catching my foot under an industrial sized door while cleaning the bathrooms. It was not pretty. Not any of it.
And then, wouldn't you know, came these.
. . . .
Mother: (utterly genuine) Thank you so much for helping us. We appreciate it so much. Have a wonderful night!
Me: You too! You're very welcome.
Daughter, 3 (whom I have never met): Thank you very much for helping us! Ap-pre-shate it! Thank you I love you See you in the morning!
. . . .
Boy, 8: Excuse me, Miss, would you be able to help me find something? I can't find a book and I really need your help. (with growing distress) It's the first book in the Guardians of Gahoole series, and it's so important, and I looked where it's supposed to be and I just can't find it...
Me: Well you are in luck, bud, because I got a copy in this morning that's still in the back. I'll go grab it for you.
Boy: Really?! Really?! Oh I would be SO VERY GRATEFUL!!!
Me: (returning with the book)
Boy: (jumping up and down) Wow, Miss, you are really very good at your job! Isn't she very good at her job, Mom?! Isn't she the best book person!
Me: (falls on the floor. dies.)
. . . .
So I've decided to stay.
Happy Friday, friends.
Thank you I love you See you in the morning.