In my home is a collection of 'stuff', which I often refer to as my 'collectable clutter.' It is my 'stuff', a collection of things that reminds me of where I have been, who is dear to me and those that I have lost.
In all reality it is, my world.
Much is the same for me in the store where I work.
Having been told that we are about to have a big cleaning spree I find that I have some 'collectable clutter'. Sitting on my work table is a black, plastic container that holds scissors, ribbon, pinecones and wire, all things necessary for making floral arrangements. But, tucked underneath these tools are a pile of note cards and envelopes all, of which, are addressed to me. So I took a moment and went through them one by one.
These notes say, 'Thank you', 'Much appreciated,' 'You're the best', and more.
The notes are a reminder of everything I have done.
For all the years I have been doing this job I sometimes lose sight of, just maybe, what I have accomplished.
Things are different now but, not too long ago I provided customers with something that they liked, wanted and apparently were appreciative of.
So I will take these cards home and add them to the rest of my collectables. Somewhere down the road I, once again, will find them and take a moment to read the words written inside. And, again, I will probably get that feeling of accomplishment.
I don't do all of the things, at work, like I use to because anymore it is of little concern to the company. And that I have had to learn to accept. But at least for now I will have the reminder that, at one time, what I did made a difference.
For me, that means that it was all worthwhile.
Talk at ya later!
In all reality it is, my world.
Much is the same for me in the store where I work.
Having been told that we are about to have a big cleaning spree I find that I have some 'collectable clutter'. Sitting on my work table is a black, plastic container that holds scissors, ribbon, pinecones and wire, all things necessary for making floral arrangements. But, tucked underneath these tools are a pile of note cards and envelopes all, of which, are addressed to me. So I took a moment and went through them one by one.
These notes say, 'Thank you', 'Much appreciated,' 'You're the best', and more.
The notes are a reminder of everything I have done.
For all the years I have been doing this job I sometimes lose sight of, just maybe, what I have accomplished.
Things are different now but, not too long ago I provided customers with something that they liked, wanted and apparently were appreciative of.
So I will take these cards home and add them to the rest of my collectables. Somewhere down the road I, once again, will find them and take a moment to read the words written inside. And, again, I will probably get that feeling of accomplishment.
I don't do all of the things, at work, like I use to because anymore it is of little concern to the company. And that I have had to learn to accept. But at least for now I will have the reminder that, at one time, what I did made a difference.
For me, that means that it was all worthwhile.
Talk at ya later!
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