Dear son, Your coworkers aren’t your friends. Everyone’s there to earn a check. Once money’s in the mix, people will turn on each other. Don’t run your mouth. Do the job. Get paid. Go home. That’s it.
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Sun’s barely up, head a little heavy, but I’m reminding myself that starting slow is still starting. Today doesn’t need fireworks, just honesty and a bit of effort.
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There’s a certain calm in missing someone quietly, like you’re holding the memory with both hands instead of letting it hurt you.
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