Today I went back to my old cafe job and worked a couple hours. I was a little nervous I might have forgotten little things - where to find straws or whatever. Thankfully, I felt right at home. My memory is sometimes better than I give it credit for (but it can also be worse than I think it is!).
The thing that surprised me the most was how much I enjoyed those two hours. It was great seeing my boss again. It was also great finding a sense of accomplishment. Less than two hours and I felt like I was a big help. I was able to cover things so my boss could sit down and eat some dinner (she rarely takes a break). I was also able to get a lot of the stocking done for her.
Often, work becomes... well, work. It becomes a burden, an obligation, a heavy load. But this evening reminded me that it doesn't have to be. It can also be a joy.
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