As a co-worker asked me the other day if I closed that night –
“does the day end in ‘Y’? ”
Realized that – I go to work, I come home, I got to sleep, I get up go to work… (no, there isn’t much in between watching tv, cooking, cleaning or laundry in between – I close – I work until 2 a.m. or so, and sleep all day until the next shift starts.
As I realized this…I began thinking about how much I HATE IT! Never really seeing my family – I think Goose has grown 2 inches since I last had a chance to hold a conversation with him – and he is 18. The Man? I usually get in so late that I don’t want to wake him, so I sleep on the sofa.
Now, don’t get me wrong – my co-workers are AMAZING. I love working for them and with them.
I mentioned the promotion I got, right? Cool. I like it for the most part – still not sure why they think I can do this job, but to quote Joe Walsh “If you just act like you know what you are doing, everybody thinks that you do..”
During this time, I got to thinking – I HATE this. Go to work, come home, go to work…
Then it dawned on me – I haven’t been doing this for that long, – this working because I need to thing – at least not since I have been married.
The Man – has been doing this FOREVER – for 22 years he gets up for work at 5 a.m., works 8-10 hour day, comes home, has dinner, goes to bed – and starts the same thing all over again the next day. Actually, more than 20 years – he was married to his practice wife ( what I call her, among other, not so nice names) for 10 years. So, for About 30 years he has done this. And has never complained. He does it to take care of me and our family.
I don’t think he knows – could ever really know – how thankful I am for him and all he does. EVER.
Not everyone is as blessed as I have been.
Thank you honey.
I love you.