Friday night and I worked late on a business trip and have to work tomorrow. Every night before, I came back to my room and did work. Tonight I had the chance to share dinner with my coworkers. It was good.
In the giant scheme of things, though, it reminds me of a story, which I’m sure I’ll get at least slightly wrong –
The teenager got a job at a fast food restaurant after years of being told how important self-esteem was. When the teen was with grandparents the teen pointed out how the job seemed to be below the teen’s importance.
The grandparents dutifully listened, then passed on their wisdom.
“To you working at a restaurant seems like a demeaning task, but when we came to this country, to us it was an opportunity.”