I recently attended the service awards dinner from my employer. All employees with five years of service and up, in five year increments, were invited to attend dinner, receive a gift, in my case two, twenty years of service and higher received an additional gift, and take pictures. (I could have went without that.)
My award was for twenty years of service. It feels a little surreal to me in a way that, one, it has definitely felt longer than that most of the time, two, that it is twenty years, and I am thirty-eight years old, and three, that I am still working at my first job. I know many people who have had multiple jobs, a lot of them even significantly younger than me.
I guess I really am just a creature of routine. Cheers. 🍺
In The Mind Of Bestslacker 