Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangster.

I was recently transfered to a new store.
This was welcome news to me.
I had had enough of my previous diggs.

This location is a nice mix of neighborhood and commuter.
My partners are much more agreeable, because the environment is that much more agreeable.

I was brought over to cover for the manager come October when she will be going on maternity leave.
Two weeks ago, she went into early labor due to the heat and stress she was putting on herself.
So, I've been running the show.

I love it.

I haven't been stressed the way that I used to be.
I haven't come home wanting to quit and never go back.
I'm driving the business and it feels good.
I'm liked and respected.
It's everything I thought it could be.

My employees are amazed by the amount of work I put in.
They thank me for being there.
I was called "gangster" by one of my employees today.
I have no idea what that means, and in what context I should take it,
but it sure beats being called "honky cracker."