“I appreciate it, boss.”
“It’s all you.”
I heard those statements tonight. Two of them were directed at me.
And the truth is, for all the cheesiness they have, I liked hearing it. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Sometimes, feeling warm and fuzzy is dangerous.
They are telling, sentences like those. The people who spoke them were just random customers at my night time retail job. I’ll probably never see them again. There was not any close personal connection. There isn’t any reason that their opinion should particularly matter.
But still, I liked hearing it.
The truth is that I am broken. The truth is that I am a mess. The truth is that I am not a chief, a boss, or the man. And the fact that I sieze onto this little fantasy, that I enjoy hearing it, this just indicates how much of a mess I am.
It brings to mind the snake in the Garden of the Eden. I wonder if he’d say those words if Genesis occurred today “Come on, chief. You’re the man. As the boss, shouldn’t be the one who decides what tree he’s going to eat from?”