“Daddy, how’s your work doin’?”
“It’s actually doing really well. I had a really, really good day today.”
“You know, you’re such an little angel. How’s your work doin’ as my little angel?”
“It’s been good.”
Every weekday evening my daughter asks me, “how’s your work doin’?” To which I try to muster some enthusiasm for the sake of a conversation with my child. I guess because I had a good day today, I took that extra moment and thought about what my daughter was asking me. She doesn’t fain concern or inquisitiveness. She really cares. And I took another extra moment to ask her about her job.
She has an awesome job. And she does a damn good job. And she’s severely underpaid.