Doesn't anyone say thank you, and mean it?

It's a triple post day. 

Got up at 3.  Did not do my God Time.  Sorry, Lord. 

Went to work.  It was a nice Pakistani man.  He liked it when I thanked him in Arabic.  [SHOO-kran]

We got to work a little after 4.  Did a lot of prep work, getting the stockroom ready for our soda delivery.  Had a down vending machine, fixed that.  Fixed the other down vending machines. 

One I couldn't fix, the repairman came out.  He said I "Take very good care of the machines".  I took it as a compliment.  He ended up taking off a bill validator for repair (it has a bad belt). 

Deliveryman arrived.  The soda was on one pallet, so I could just "drop" it in the stockroom and run off.  Got all 3 deliveries.  Poor Dave, he is always so happy to see me with a soda.  Doesn't anyone say thank you, and mean it? 

Ron said I was a big help.  He was very worried about Bubba, who ought to be fine.  I was rather hivey from the chicken nuggets I had yesterday. 

I didn't sleep well, but I found it so refreshing to wake up and have a big drink of my diet caffeine free soda.  I felt very pampered.  And I did my usual "I can't sleep so I will pray instead". 

Got all the donuts, sandwiches, etc.  Dealt with an unhappy [doesn't put any money in the vending machines anyway, so not calling her a customer], customer. 

Then quarterly review time.  We did well.  He likes my value line and practical attitude towards sales.  "They're not getting better - I get that."  I tend to mainly talk shop with him, and he went off and talked to the other vendor, after. 

I staggered off to the bus stop, came home, rested a little bit.  Stuffed Bubby into his cat carrier as Ron called a cab.  One showed up pretty fast.  We got to the vet, got him seen, called another cab, and came home. 

It was very obvious to both of us, the vet LOVES Bubba.  He is a real charmer, and very well-mannered on the table.  Not one hiss, growl, or twitch.  He was a very good and passive boy. 

He got all his shots, while we were there anyway.  She said it was fine.  Sent us home with tuna-flavored vaseline.