So I come home from work today. I can't even begin to tell you how awful my day was. I unclogged the public toilet because I learned long ago, that it takes me 3o seconds and our facilities dept half a day to get to it. I was spoken to about a problem because I hired an LGBTQ historian to speak at the library this week to kick off pride month. (Whether you agree or disagree -- this is not the place.) So we had to come up with plans if there are problems. Then finally...I realize that we are asked not to use masked vulgarity, and I am sorry, but I was referred to as an expletive because I asked a man not to talk so loudly on his phone in the middle of our computer lab. He then filed a complaint against me because I refused to help him because of the way he treated me. It was just a day in the life of a librarian. (I'm not joking here.) I came home sour and bitter. I was explaining my horrible day to my husband, when he roles out a Brute container -- wheels and all. I'm not kidding. Just that simple bit of thoughtfulness because he knows I hate storing water in 5 gal containers, and it sent me over the edge. I actually got teary over how wonderful it was. So, despite the interesting day at work, I've come home, and a simple gesture of kindness, went a long way. And I never in a million years thought one of the best gifts I received from my husband, would be a garbage can.
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