One of the weirdly wonderful things about one of the places I'm putting some freelance hours into is how wonderfully archaic it is.
I don't mean they speak in Shakespearean English or that they don't understand the internet, but they are, in at least one regard, warm and old-fashioned.
Here's what I mean.
There's a lovely woman who comes in a few days a week to handle people like me. To make sure, among other things, that people like myself get paid in a timely manner.
No small feat in these impecunious times.
Today, she handed me two checks.
Then she did something even nicer.
She thanked me.
Thank you for the work you've done.
I think as the world has gotten corporatized and bureaucratized and technocraticized, we've come to forget our manners.
We've forgotten to say please.
We've forgotten to say thank you.
We've forgotten that perhaps work needs more of a quid pro quo than just "direct deposit."
Sometimes a handshake, a non-threatening pat on the back, and a "thank you" mean more than you can imagine.
No. Thank you.