A Small Gift

I spoke to the branch store manager on Sunday. She told me that she would not be working this week, that if the first order was a funeral order, she would lose her composure. She also mentioned that even though she could talk to me, she would cry if she spoke to the company president. I have worked since last Wednesday, working her days and mine. She is so sad and it is a small thing to do, a little gift. Hopefully, she will heal enough to come back to work next Monday. She had to go to the funeral home to pick up the floral gifts, had other errands to run concerning her daughter's affairs. Her sister had shoulder surgery this morning. I am trying to stay focused because after working a string of days in a row, I make mistakes. The president of the company is covering Friday morning and after working Saturday and Sunday, I am off Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.