This tale starts out Tuesday night. I was working from 4-9:00, which was a little unusual for a weeknight, and made me a tad uneasy due to the fact I had a heap of homework awaiting me when I got home. Although I know that working at Chic-Fil-A may seem like a dream job to some of you, I am here to tell you, it has it's ups and downs. In the end though, I'm glad I worked the night I did. It enabled me to witness something that definitely changed my whole outlook on the people I work with, and perhaps people in general.

Ok, so there's this woman (I'm going to keep her name confidential.) She is crazy. I really don't even know where to start with this lady. Every time I see her, she calls me "babe", "hun", or "cutie", and I'm really not sure how I should take it. There have been several instances where it has been very obvious that she has came to work high. I know this because she seems even more loopy as usual, and she wears sunglasses, even when she works. I don't know if any of you have ever seen her, but I warn you, do not let her take your order. These things, along with many others, as you can probably guess, have made her quite unpopular at work. We all just think she is plain creepy, and don't want to deal with her.

Anyways, on Tuesday night she came into work a little late. As she walked to the back I got a quick glance in at her face. She looked like she had been crying. Later on, as I was listening in on two drive-through girls' conversation, I caught the info that the crazy lady's cat had gone missing. Up to this point, I had had serious questions about whether or not she was homeless. Every time I saw her the rest of the night, she didn't say a word to me. She was clearly not herself. In fact, I kind of felt sorry for her.

The next day I had a slightly shorter shift. I was loving life as I walked into the break room in the back of the kitchen to get my apron on. As I was leaving, I noticed a flier posted on the wall. It was about the missing cat. I asked a girl who was on her break about it, and she informed me that one of our managers had made copies, and put them up all around the restaurant. The girls up front were even giving them away to drive-through customers. The night went on, and eventually I was off work.

The next day I didn't have to work, but I went after school to get a bite to eat. You would think I would get tired of the food, but I don't. At the time, the creepy lady was the only one taking orders at the front counter. I asked her how the search was going with finding her cat, and her face immediately lit up. She told me her cat had been found.

This struck me as an odd occurrence. Here's this creepy lady, who no one really likes, but yet in a time of distress, the good people of Chic-Fil-A came together and helped her out. For what reason? I couldn't really think of any. All I could really muster, was the fact that here is a bunch of good people helping another person, just because it was the right thing to do.

Look for the good in people, and most importantly, in yourself. Even when you don't think it exists, most of the time it does. Bad things happen to good people, the saying is true. Lately I've been jamming out to John Mayer though, so I leave you with this. Overall, I think the heart of life is good.