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When Long Days Get Longer

Wikipedia says work is defined like this:
Manual labour, effort expended by people on productive activities in the home, school, or employment, or, by extension, one’s place of employment or employer.

That’s what I do. I work. Maybe you work too, I don’t know, but no matter what we’re doing, we’re usually working. It’s hard to think sometimes that I spend the majority of my day right now making latte’s for people who think that I’m some kind of loser kid. Now I know that’s not all people, but I think that’s probably the majority. I mean, these guys in suits walk in all the time, I say hi to them and ask them how they are doing and they just ignore that fact that I said anything to them and then follow that by saying, “Venti Carmel Frappuccino.” The best part about that is they go to their office later with their Frappuccino as if that is some sort of intense coffee drink. But we all know that those Frappuccino’s are simply a cup full of sugar and ice. There’s nothing intense about it. I like the guy who runs the construction company and orders a black coffee, and minutes later he’s in line again for a refill, that’s intense.

Maybe I’m complaining, but I hope not. It’s not that I’m not thankful for my job, because I am. It provides the money I need to support the wife and me. Maybe that’s why we work in general. I mean, it’s not like we can just go through this life being supported by the kindness of others. People are kind yes, but like Paul said, “If they don’t work, they don’t eat.” Anyways, I smell like coffee right now and I need a shower, so I’m gone.

So next time you go to Starbucks and you’re wearing your work clothes, try smiling at the person behind the counter, and when they ask “How are you?” you might try responding by saying, “… uh.. it’s going OK, thanks for asking..”

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