Ah, the joys

Some days work can be funny. I mean, I enjoy the team that I work with, but when the manager of the entire store knows you by name and has conversations with you on a frequent basis, and you feel that you can talk with them without batting an eyelash, work can be funny. Case in point today. Last week I spoke with my boss briefly about doing my internship hours at the store that I am already working at. He said that we needed to get with someone else and chat about it. To which we did and he said that it should not be a problem, but to show him the paperwork, to which I did today. After we met and came to the conclusion that it should not be a problem, but that I needed to check with my academic advisor on a few things and that he then needed to check with the store manager. Yes, at this point there are four people involved. I did a quick explanation to the store manager of what was going on and then said that the other man wanted to talk to him. After work as I was waiting for the bus with some friends from work a truck pulls over, and I am summoned. The passenger side window rolls down and I get a thumbs up and a "Let's do it." Yup, that would be the head honcho pulling over just to tell me that all is well and to move forward. Yup, that is the kind of relationship that I have with the boss'. As it turns out, not asking to go home when you have a splitting headache, are crying because you have a laundry list of things going wrong are still working, being willing to do whatever is asked endears you to the boss' and people recognize that. I have been told that in team meetings from time to time when I am not at work my boss will tell stories about my insaneness. Something that I forget sometimes when I get frustrated with people who want to go home early or whatnot is that not everyone is as crazy and stubborn as I am. I know that not everyone can endure some of the things that I do. One of my coworkers even going so far as to say that a lot if the reason that she has not gone home and has stayed and dealt with her stuff is because she looks at me and how I endure. That is just how I was raised. Cry it off and come up with something else to focus on.