Once again, a hectic weekend prevented me from running my usual errands. After going to the gym and eating dinner (thank God David cooks often and well) we had to run out to the grocery store. Pulling into the Food Lion parking lot at 8:30, I was feeling pretty grumpy and overtired. But then I remembered what it was like to work an 8-hour shift on a cash register until 9 or 10 o’clock at night and I was profoundly grateful that I was able to just pop in and out of the store. And I made sure that I smiled and didn’t act impatient around the cashier.

Today I’m grateful for: my job. It offers me work I’m interested in, living wage, and health insurance. And I don’t have old men hitting on me all the time (that happens a lot to female cashiers).


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