My job, for the most part, is pretty easy.
We have some clients that are hard to work with, and pretty much every week I might get hit in the face, and I cook a goddamn lot of breakfast. But after every shift there is always something to be thankful for. It might be a client giggling at me, or being extra grateful for the meal I’ve cooked, or even just someone sleeping in a little later than usual.
But the thing about my shift is that I only have one person there with me the whole night. This could be a really crappy thing (and it has been!) or it can be a really great thing. I have made some really great connections with people in the middle of the night, and I’ve had a lot of fun at work. Especially recently.
Today the thing I was most grateful for when I got off work was Andrew. He’s such a dick and pretty lazy and a bad listener and such a typical frat boy, but I can’t help but enjoy him. We have a really good time together. It helps that he’s damn cute but he also makes me laugh and doesn’t mind that I’m a klutz and kind of a bitch. We can be pretty candid with each other, and it sucks that I can’t have this kind of relationship with everyone in my life.