Workin' Hard for the Money

I love my job. I do. I have a job that I like going to everyday. I don't think I've been able to say that ever before. I don't think I've done anything...pay or not that I've liked everyday. And now, here it is. Something I've always wanted to do in the back of my mind, something I'm finally doing. And I love it.

Not that there aren't days that make me want to rip my hair out. Because there are. Those days, like last night...where everything I do wrong gets noticed (and pointed out) and everything I do above and beyond gets forgotten. It's hard, it would be easier to rip off the uniform and look for a new job. Some days where the people think I get paid fortunes to deliver their food and drinks and damn it, that's all I'm good for. But there are people who make it worth while, on both sides. But I love this one too much. It's too much becoming a part of who I am. I wouldn't give it up...tempting as it was.

Until...until I got some recognition. And damn, baby, it feels good. Tonight, getting pulled over by the GM for some face time. Some time "for us to let you know we want to keep you...and we want to make sure you stay." Not really a big deal for them, but a huge deal for me. It got me through extra hours. I'm valued...and so is my opinion. Which is a huge compliment. That place is becoming my second home. And I feel really fortunate to have such a great job right.