Yesterday I felt appreciated. Most people go to work, do what they have to do while they're there, and then go home. This doesn't mean that they don't like their jobs, it is what it is. Most people don't ever get that sense of being appreciated. Myself included. But yesterday was different.

My boss was scheduled to have surgery on his hand yesterday. Instead of closing down the shop until (or if) he got back, I opted to stay. To my surprise he gave me something I had never gotten before. He gave me a key to the store. I know that that isn't a really big thing. Fuck that, it was to me.

A key to me means a lot of things. Most of all it symbolizes trust. Even though I've known the man I work for since he was a boy, I never assumed anything as far as trust goes. Especially when it concerns the store. I will admit, there were some people working here before me that I personally wouldn't have given a key to, but he trusted them so what can I do? I'll also admit that I was more than a bit jealous that I was never given a key. Anyhoo...

I was gassed up to the max. I felt really important! I don't know why, but I had all these ideas on what I would do. I wanted to make my boss proud. I wanted to show him that I was worthy of responsibility he had given me. I was even willing to CLEAN

I'm glad I didn't clean anything! That bastard came back and didn't even acknowledge that I had done anything. Personally, I was impressed. The store was still standing. Nothing had been stolen. We actually made some money. What the fuck else could you expect? I guess I'll never know. He took his key back and along with it any happy, happy, joy, joy feelings I had attached to it. Asshole.

Maybe that's why I seem less motivated. I love coming to work. Mostly to see what the hell is going to go on here. But I do still enjoy the feeling of making the sale. But for real though, I think I want a key....