cyriljackal | Tis The Season

I haven't updated in a very long time. I've left a lot of information and ideas out of my life for a bit. But here's tonight's story.

I was working busily away at my job running around finding the right videogames for moms who never get this stuff normally and such.
Jessie and Kristy walked in, saw how swamped I was, and kept on rolling.
And I kept on working since they disappeared.
After a bit of what ended up to be clothes shopping, they reappeared, and chatted with me a bit before going off. Another small hoard of people came in and kept me running around.

Then I saw a plastic bag on the desktop. "Oh man," I thought to myself, "someone left their bag here... Oh well I'll let it sit there till they realize and come back." But no one ever did. One of my coworkers asked what it was, so I told them to leave it there. He looked inside and said "The card has your name on it, dude."

Again to myself I thought, "How nice, Kristy and jessie left me Christmas cookies without telling me. Sweet of them." He took it in back for me.

When I closed, I picked it and the deposit up and after I walked to my car I sat there and decided to look at the card that Wesly saw.

"Cyril,
Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness and generosity as well as the gift and donation for the orphanage, I can always use the extra help this time of year.
Merry Christmas,
Gina"

A week before, a woman had come in and asked if the company would be able to contribute a game, or giftcard to the orphanage she represented. I told her that was the kind of thing I'd have to get cleared by my District Manager and she said there wasn't that much time left to do such a thing. On the spur of the moment, I told her I'd buy a giftcard by myself for that reason. I took the last $30 I had and had someone else put it on a gift card for her and she used a part of it within a short time to buy a reasonably priced game. I thought, "I've done my little nice thing for the week." and really didn't expect anything more of it.

I read it and got a tad misty. Sentimental jackal.
I feel like I do lots of good generous things and it's often forgotten or overlooked, or abused.

That just made me feel good.