Trade for Receipt

Sunday, September 19th 2010

An older man who looked like he was having a rough day filled my gas tank this morning. I might be very wrong about my observation and I hope I am, but I feel sad when I see people moping around at their job. I handed him a folded up dollar and traded it to him for the receipt. This made him smile, and although it was brief, I think it was worth it.

I know it's probably impossible and there are days when I am not especially chipper in the office either, but it sure would be nice if everyone enjoyed their jobs so much that you could see it from a mile away.

Sort of like the chefs you see on tv who own their own restaurants. You can tell that they are in their element and wouldn't trade their career for any other job in the world. I wonder if I would feel that way if I started my own restaurant...or cupcake shop...?

Peace :)