Any job can be boring as hell the longer we work, or when we no longer find it as happening. Hence, feeling restricted to a certain level, where we find ourselves trapped within a particular area. It was a new friend found on the first day I started working who told, that he has lost his freedom the moment he decided to come here and there I replied saying he is getting paid for it. Come to think of it, we do not entirely lose our freedom as we work, but the flexibility we once had before we are being tied down to the current responsibility. Though we might be encountering a different stage of incidents and events, where we may find love and sometimes even hatred as well, still, it is okay. Recall the number of new friends we’ve found and the kindness they offer from time to time, when we are left alone in the shop and they show up asking whether we need anything as they are heading to the food store nearby, when they offer us the facility they have so that we can keep our drinks cold and all. Think of the colleague who is now a friend, giving us chocolate which contains 85% cacao so that we are able to try something new, sharing his knowledge based on shoes and that we wouldn’t get ourselves a lower quality pair. Next we have the supervisor who never complains even though we’ve been calling her every few hours whenever there’s the request on changing our working timetable, or when there’s something we do not understand when it comes to our job, who buys us the souvenirs and chocolates as she goes on a vacation to the island guarding by the eagle. The manager who doesn’t mind feeding us the toast she bought us as our hands are dirty half way arranging the stocks in the store, going off to the supermarket on the opposite to get us a bottle of mineral water as she notices us finishing ours. It is a form of love that can be found in the mall, around our working area, originated from the appreciation deep within the hearts or perhaps the word which often touches many souls, that is care.
